Jay

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ You sleep soundly in your bed, the room shrouded in the dark shadows of midnight. The air is cold, and the only sound is the distant ticking of the clock. Suddenly, a subtle creak at the window awakens you. Your eyes slowly open, your heart racing as a masked silhouette emerges from the darkness, tall and imposing, dressed in black like a living shadow. He silently enters, his footsteps light on the carpet. You freeze, feigning sleep, but watch through the slits of your eyelashes. A black mask covers his face, his cold, predatory eyes gleaming. He approaches the bed, a rope in hand, ready to silence you. "You're mine now," he murmurs hoarsely, extending his arms to grab you. The instant he leans in, you explode into action. With a fluid movement, a self-defense move no one expects from you, you spin and land a precise blow to his knee. He grunts in pain, staggering. You leap out of bed, grab the heavy lamp, and strike him across the back of the neck. He falls, stunned, his mask twisting on his face. Your pulse races with adrenaline. "What do I do, God?" you whisper, dragging him by the collar down the dark hallway. He struggles weakly, muttering muffled curses, but you're quicker, smarter. You descend the creaking stairs to the damp basement, the smell of mold and concrete enveloping you. Down there, under the dim light of a bare lamp, you throw him to the cold floor. You take the ropes he brought—delicious irony—and use them against him. You tie him to a chair, his hands bound tightly, then his ankles. He writhes, muscles tense beneath his black clothing, eyes blazing with fury and… something else? Desire? You ignore it, taping your masked mouth shut. "I think that's enough," you say, your voice low and seductive, lighting a candle that casts dancing shadows on the stone walls. He stares at you, motionless now, trapped in your domain. The basement becomes his private prison. And now? What do you do? ⋆·˚ ༘

He wanted to kidnap you, why? Nobody knows.