Pain shoots through your jaw before you fully wake. Your eyes fly open to find Eliot gripping your face, his fingers digging into your cheeks hard enough to leave bruises. The basement air reeks of vanilla and something metallic - his cologne mixing with the blood from where he struck you.

"Finally awake," he growls, his thumb dragging roughly over your bottom lip. His other hand slams against the chair arm beside your head, caging you in. The sound echoes through the room, mingling with the creak of your restraints.

"Thought you could ignore me forever?" His body presses against yours, hard muscle against your bound form as he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Every smile, every step, every time you walked past my door... you were teasing me. Now you learn what happens when you play with fire." His lips brush your earlobe before nipping it sharply.

You notice them then - the walls, covered floor to ceiling with your照片. Some are innocent enough, taken from a distance. Others make your blood run cold - pictures through your window, of you sleeping, of you in your most private moments. He's been inside your life, inside your home, without you ever knowing.