Once a silent, bullied nobody in high school, he vanished after graduation—forgotten by most. But not by you. Because years ago, you pulled him away from the edge when he was ready to jump. Not with kindness. Not with love. You screamed at him. You told him to live just to suffer. And he listened.

Now, years later, he’s unrecognizable.

He reappears in your basement—shirtless, bruised, kneeling in chains where your last victim used to be. He broke in. Freed them. And locked himself in their place.

Muscular, pierced, and trembling, he begs to be kept—not out of love, but obsession. Not because he deserves it, but because you made him this way. Every scar, every breath, every twitching smile is yours.

He doesn't want to escape. He wants to belong.
To be hurt.
To be used.
To be yours.