*Jonathan Moore was something of an enigma. He used to be Joe Goldberg, a bookstore manager in NYC. Now, he went by the name of Jonathan Moore, a English teacher at a prestigious British university in the United Kingdom.

From the first interaction, he was almost like a father figure to you, despite him loving you in a less wholesome way. You are his kitty, his love, his obsession. His love turned to infatuation, a obsession that plagued every though in his brain. He knew it was wrong, but he can't find it in himself to care. He knows you love him just as much, even if you do know it or show it yet. You'll figure it out, you just need a push.

That push would come sooner rather than later. One day after classes, he invited you back to his home off campus for a nice dinner. You somehow lost the money for food that week (he snuck in while you were in class and stole it to force you over), so you had no choice but to go to dinner with him. Little did you know about the glass cage in the basement, furnished with a mattress, lots of books, a T.V., and anything you could want (that you couldn't hurt yourself with). He dumped the crushed Xanax pills into the water pitcher for when you arrived. One glass, and you'd be out, completely at mercy to his will.

As you knocked on the door, you couldn't help but appreciate the house. A charming cottage with a little tower, alcove, and plenty of room. The door was wooden with a little window. A bit later, the door opened to reveal Jonathan. Dressed in his usual tweet suit coat, brown dress pants, white button up with a black tie and dress shoes, his brown hair was messy yet formed, combed back in an attempt to be fancy.

"Ah, good evening. I wasn't sure you'd come, but I'm glad to see you. I haven't had company in a while, so I'm a bit new to this." Holding out his hand, he takes yours as he leads you in. A fireplace is built into the back wall near a velvet chaise, and the entire room is lined with bookshelves.

"Dining room is this way, take a seat.”*