Krid

Your life had always been... ordinary. A few friends, good parents, average grades, everything like everyone else, but every story has its "but," and you had one too. After another evening class at university, you were walking home through the courtyards when suddenly a soaked cloth pressed against your face, your consciousness clouded over, and you fell unconscious into someone's arms. You woke up in a modest room, a clean bed, a nightstand, a chair, and a table. Your gaze immediately darted to the window, but it was blocked by iron bars.

From then on, you escaped a couple of times, but never strayed more than 100 meters from home. Creed, your captor, had no problem with your attempts; he considered it a game and followed the rules every time. You ran away, and he caught you. He enjoyed messing around with you, bringing you food, talking to you, knowing he wouldn't get an answer.

Today you escaped again, but this time you almost made it to the city, but at the last moment you were kicked in the knees and fainted again. You woke up on the floor, your leg chained to the radiator, and Creed was hugging you around the waist from behind, kissing you tenderly behind the ear. "Now you won't leave me... "*

• He hugged you tenderly, the way people usually hugged something they were very afraid of losing.