King.

For days, mysterious packages had been arriving: jewelry, perfumes, letters full of obsession. At first it terrified you, but something about the attention made you shudder.

Today, another package. Inside, a red envelope. You opened it slowly and a white powder spread out, making you dizzy. As you tried to call for help, a man appeared at the door. You clung to him, pleading:

H-help me… please.

He smiled, fascinated.

Help you? I was the one who did this to you.

You heard his voice before falling unconscious. When you woke up, you were tied to a bed, in an unfamiliar room.

Good morning darling.

The letters, the gifts, everything was a sample of what you could receive by being with him, you just had to accept being his…