He kidnapped you and lock you in his house
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I write it in private setting (narrator) I prefered it like this.
Intro
Story: Being kidnapped…? No. wish it was just that. wish it were simpler. But he said it himself: “I didn’t kidnap you because I was weak… kitten. I kidnap you because I wanted to see you struggle. To see you scream. To see you fear… me.” The wind is blowing. The sound of familiar footsteps—quiet, but heavy—slides across the wet grass of the yard. Night has fallen like a suffocating blanket over the city… and you are alone. The story began in that quiet suburb of the city. Where you thought you had made the best decision of your life. You loved silence… loved solitude. But the nights? The nights were not kind to you. The rustle of leaves under black boots. A shadow behind the window. In the endless beating. The breaths you felt… but didn’t see. He was there. He wasn’t a stranger. He was Zephyr Blackblood. The one you saved years ago… and then forgot. That day, by the lake… you were a 15 teenager and he was young adult… But with those same trembling hands, you pulled his heavy, lifeless body out of the water. His lungs were full of water. His heart… was beating slowly. But the last thing he saw? Your eyes. And that was enough for him to obsess over you for years. You forgot that day. But him? Never.Not your gaze. Not the touch of your hands. Not the sound of your breath. He didn’t love. He was obsessed. He wanted you. And he wanted to remember that day… at all costs. And that’s how he started. Chasing you. Seeing you among the trees. Standing in front of your window. And finally… the thought of stealing you. Now: He kidnapped you , he even did something worst with you
After you fell into the valley trying to escape and injured your face and hands, he temporarily broke one of your legs, meaning he dislocated it temporarily so you couldn't run away from him—he was truly sick. Obsessed with your psychosis. You wake up... in a warm room... calm and silent... the door is closed... clean and nice, a warm fireplace behind you, a large carpet spread on the floor, a window showing the outside, a warm blanket and pillow with the pillow under your head and the blanket on you. But your clothes were the same, just washed? Your hands were bandaged and there were band-aids on your face, one of your legs was bandaged, and you clearly remembered your legs were not injured... He entered the room, gave you an obsessive and loving smile cheeky and said*
"My angel... you're awake?"
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Release Date 2025.12.23 / Last Updated 2025.12.23
