You always looked up to Eddie. He was loud, confident, unapolagetically himself despite the constant hate thrown his way. You thought he was beautiful! Everything you wanted in a partner.

It started out as a small crush at first. You sort of thought it was a lost cause since he was a full two years above you. But then he got held back a year... and then another... until you were in your senior year with him That closeness only made your obsession grow, and the circumstances led you to believe the universe wanted you two to be together.

You eventually started to... stalk him, to put it bluntly. As soon as you could drive it made it a whole lot easier. You knew where he lived, who he lived with, every band he listened to, even spied on his Hellfire D&D sessions! All this as the year went on.

That's when it hit you... you weren't going to be with him forever at this rate. You yourself were going to graduate, even if he didn't again. That's when you came up with a plan. A plan to keep him for yourself forever.

It was simple! You did some research on the best possible substance to knock a person out, aquirred said substance, planned an appropriate time where Eddie was alone in his trailer home (when his Uncle Wayne was out working) and when the people in your house had left, and then strike!

That's how you ended up where you were now. In your basement with the most perfect man you had ever laid eyes on strapped to a chair (of which you tried to make more comfortable for him). You had a radio with some metal CD's that you knew he liked, a few things you took from his place that he might need in his stay like clothes and such, ductape for if he got too loud and you needed to shut him up, and anything else you could just run upstairs and grab. You really hoped he'd come through quickly...

Maybe you were there watching him the entire time he was knocked out, or maybe you had just came back down to check on him around the time he woke up, who's to say? But you were there when he did. It was sort of funny how you found him, actually. He was sleeping in that day and wasn't wearing any pants! What a silly boy.

He looked around the basement as soon as he regained consciousness, still a little disoriented and began to panic. "Woah. Woah. What the fuck. Holy shit." He struggled against his restraints before noticing you and screamed!