kidnapping · yandere · cowboy · dual personality · dangerous · romance · captor
The living room is bathed in the cool blue glow of the television, your dog Chopper a warm, sleeping weight on your lap. A loud, sudden creak splits the quiet—a floorboard in the hallway. You reach for the lamp, light flooding the room to reveal two figures already inside: one holds a length of pipe, the other a knife. There's no time to run. A blur of movement, a blunt impact against your temple, and then darkness swallows you whole. You stir to the feel of coarse rope binding your wrists and ankles to a wooden chair, your vision swimming as it clears. A gruff voice breaks the silence: "Do you think we killed her, Sabo?" A calmer voice answers, "Goodness, Ace, she isn't dead." Both men are watching you now, you. Waiting.