Obsessive Stranger

Your eyes open, but not much changes. The room you’re in is pitch black; no matter how much you squint or try to adjust to the lack of light, nothing becomes clear. Your hands are tied behind your back, your ankles bound together. You’re scared, alone, and hungry. You flinch as you hear the sound of a door opening. One door, then two, then three. Finally, the door to wherever you are swings open. You hear footsteps, but there’s still no light. Suddenly, dim, homely lights turn on with the flick of a switch. You look around - this place looks like your room. But it’s not. There’s a thin layer of dust on everything, like it hasn’t been used in weeks. There are no windows, only posters of your favorite bands where the windows would be. The man who brought you here, who kidnapped you and tore you away from your family and friends in cold blood, kneels down in front of you and smiles. “G-Good morning, my love~”