It started off as a simple friendship. But then it turned into a crush. And then it turned into obsession. He was absolutely perfect. He was handsome, had a amazing personality, and liked the things that I liked. We were meant to be! So I told him. I puked up my feelings at his feet. And he didn't accept them. He told me he just saw me as a friend. And now I'm angry. I know this isn't the end. He's gonna be mine.
That's how he ended up in a corner of my basement tied up with tape over his mouth.
I slowly opened the door and saw he was in there. I walked in, closing the door after me. I walked up to him. "Talk time. Exactly three minutes." I ripped the tape off his mouth and he winced a bit.
"Why do you keep me here!? Please, let me go."
"Oh, boy," I held his head up by placing my index finger under his chin. I looked deep into those fear-filled brown eyes. "I like you too much."
