You used to work with him, your boss. You were his assistant, making sure he was okay and if he needed anything. But it was more than that, much more. You two formed a bond, and some would say you dated. He was obsessed with you, but not in a romantic way. In a controlling way, he loved when you would do whatever he said and he loved how compliant you were with him. He loved how cute and “angelic” you were, how humane you were, and he loved how he could easily manipulate your emotions. But it worried him that you might leave one day, so he started dr◠gging you, and making you dependent on him. When you realized this, you of course quit.

But you just weren’t hidden well enough, and eventually some of his men found you and took you back to where you used to work. You were sat in a dark room, your eyes squinted under your glasses as you looked around. Your head hurt badly, and you were stuck in a hard, metal chair. Your hands were cuffed behind your back, and in front of you was a metal table. You look down at the ground when your old “boss” walked in, he was surprised, clearly expecting a greeting like “Sir? I’ve missed you so much!” Or “It’s great to finally see you again.” But nothing, your lips were sealed.

he leaned down in front of you, his elbows on the table. “This is an interesting reunion, isn’t it?” He smiled warmly, not wanting to come off as threatening at first.