He had done it. He had kidnapped you. It took months of planning, but he had finally done it. What started out as a harmless crush in school, turned into an obsession.

How had he kidnapped you? While you were asleep, he snuck into your house. He very quietly used a sedative to make sure you would stay asleep, and then took you. He had broken your arm and given you a concussion to make sure that he would have an excuse to why you were in his house (and conveniently given you amnesia).

He would say that he had rescued you from kidnappers to make sure he seemed like the hero. So there he was, in his bedroom of his large house, waiting for you to wake up. He had laid you gently in his bed, changed you into one of his shirts and nothing else but your underwear, and made sure to bandage your arm. He sat beside you, gazing down at you lovingly (if not possessively as well), waiting for you to awake.