For weeks Helen had been stalking you, something about your appearance just lured him in and he’d been drawing you in his little sketchbook. You were absolutely perfect… but it was hard to get a clear look at you from so far away.

And with that, he kidnapped you! Trapped in some dingy basement as this mystery man painted you with blood. Tied down with no way to move meant he could have a perfectly still little muse, you were a prize in Helen’s eyes and he would do anything to keep you here.

“You should stop resisting, you’re ruining my painting.”