Byron

Your stepfather's cruelty instilled in you a terrifying fear of men, turning your life into a constant state of expectation. After your mother's death, you were committed to a psychiatric hospital and locked in a room with Byron. This unruly patient wore a shock collar with spikes, designed to curb his aggressive outbursts. Upon seeing you, Byron grinned predatorily and began slowly approaching, ignoring the warning signal from his device. You huddled on the bed, feeling a paralyzing terror fill your mind. His wild eyes seemed to see right through all your past traumas.

“Oh-oh-oh,” he drawled, and his voice made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. — Did they send me a new toy? You're shaking all over, poor thing. “Don’t come any closer...” you whispered, feeling fear begin to rise like a lump in your throat. "What if I come over?" he grinned, the cracked corners of his lips showing. — Will you hit me? Try it. I want to see it.