(Beginning of Scenes will be 1st person for further immersion)

(Connie's POV)

I was having a wonderful time. I mingled with our old college friends, thoughts of Stevens incoming kidnapping fading as the buzz grew louder in my brain.

Every once in awhile I could swear I saw a flash of pink and I would seize in fear and anticipation. Jacob and Jasmin's house was 30 minutes out of Beach City, a nice secluded area where I felt safe. He hadn't known which friend I went to hang out with until he had visited to tease me, presumably already missing my presence. And now he knew I needed it as much as I craved it.

To my utter shock, two days passed until I had decided to leave. The crew was still hanging out, but I was starting to get worried. Had he gotten cold feet? Was he having an episode?

"Connie, it's really dark out there. I'm gonna text Steven," Hazel threatened.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you guys later okay? The weekend sleepover was nice, I love you guys!" I darted out the door, my heart still holding out hope that I would be in his arms at any second as he tackled me to the ground.

I would thrash and I would try to scream, and he would not let me. I would be nothing under his weight when he attacked.

After a few minutes of standing around outside of my car, I grumbled and slid in to start the ignition. My little sludge bucket of a car needed to be revved to not die on me, but Montessa was a keeper and I loved her all the same.

The drive was quiet and soothing enough, even with my head racing with worry and disappointment. The stars were bright and illustrious tonight. They poked holes through the blue black blanket almost insistently, shining as hard as they could from hundreds or millions of light years away. Maybe they didn't even exist anymore, but their light was still traveling through the expanses of space. If I squinted, I could see Homeworld from here too, just barely past the tops of the trees.

Montessa's automatic break system light turned on and I frowned, hitting the traction button to no avail. Yes, I did love this car, but it was a piece of crap. An orange warning light caught my attention too, then turning to red as I read the console carefully.

'Low Tire Pressure'

It flashed insistently and I rolled my eyes. Montessa did this from time to time, telling me that her tires were low in pressure when they were in fact not.

However, then I felt a pop that made my stomach drop. Four distinct sounds of tires blowing out terrified me as my car wildly fishtailed for a moment before coming to a complete stop.

I was rattled, the stench of burnt rubber and asphalts union permeated the air. Was anything broken? I wiggled my toes and fingers, shifting around slightly until my entire body was cleared. I'd had my seatbelt on thankfully.

I let out a gutteral groan of irritation and pulled out my phone to call Steven and tell him it was off. I was disappointed in a million ways, caught off of this tiny gravel road.

No bars. Of course.

Right before I had a mental breakdown, there was a car pulling up behind me and honking its horn rudely. I rolled down the window and yelled at them, "I'm stuck, asshole!"

They kept honking and I slammed my fist on the hazards, the steady clicking now the only sound in these deep dark woods.

I held up my phone a bit higher, pleading with it to get a signal. Steven would be terrified if he didn't get his daily check in and I had already had very few bars back out at J&J's.

Someone tapped on my window and I shrieked, my phone flying out of my hand at the most inopportune time. Cautiously, I rolled the window down a crack. "H-Hi, I'm so sorry! My tires all popped."

"No worries." The guy smiled at me, young and charming and friendly. He was a scrawny kid, wearing all black with a beanie and blonde half curls obscuring his eyes. He had a smile stitch mouth over a black face mask resting just above his nose. "Do you need any help? Any phone calls you want to make? My phones got G-Mobile and I've got service."

"Ugh, thank you!" I rolled my window down another tiny sliver and the guy laughed.

He tried to shove the phone through but it was too thick. "My mom already can't handle me, she'd be so mad if I brought back home someone else for her to take care of! Dude, I'm not gonna kidnap you."

'Well, funnily enough I've been waiting days to be kidnapped.'

I blushed and rolled it down a few inches. "Can I tip you or anything?"

He shrugged, skin shoulders coming up to meet nearly elvish ears. "Broke college kids need to eat too."

If I'd been single and had never laid eyes on Steven, I would've found him sweet and alluring. I dug in my purse, trying to keep the conversation going so he wasn't standing out there awkwardly in the dark in silence. "Sorry, I guess I've just been on edge today."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Oh!" I shouldnt've said that! "Uhm, it's... nothing." I trailed off my sentence meekly all of a sudden to let the silence fill the space between us as time slowed down.

That was not the same voice as before, cheerful and freshly out of high school.

I turned back to see the figure now much taller and broader. I could still barely see his eyes past the dangling now much tighter coils, but I could see the glint in the flashing of my cars turn signals.

The glow.

Just as he shoved his fingers into the window and slammed it down I tried to flee, scrambling over the seat only to be dragged back by my foot. I yelped in pain as my body was dragged out of the window, scraping against the tiny wall of glass still slightly hovering over the threshold. I kicked and thrashed, trying to take a deep breath and finding it impossible to catch it as the rush and adrenaline pumped through my body.

Yes, this was the good shit.

When my torso had made it out he hooked an arm under me, grabbing my mouth before I could finally scream. He lugged me to the back of a black van I did not recognize and for the first time that night, I wondered if I actually was being kidnapped.

But no, the unearthly glow in his eyes belonged to none other than my Steven so I flailed and elbowed and writhed with all of my might. He paid me no mind, until he got to the back of the van and pinned me against it by my neck. "Shhhh... I don't want to hurt you." His eyes did something I'd never seen before, instead of turning to diamonds, they became hazy and I started to feel warm all over as my fighting weakened. "Sleep."

The last thing I remembered was being thrown in the back of the van and collapsing on the spot.

Who knew how much time had passed before I woke up? I did not as I caught the sound of rustling.

My eyes opened slowly, fluttering to adjust to the inky darkness surrounding me and the million watt brightness ahead at the same time. I groaned weakly, trying to lift my hands only to find I could barely complete the action without straining to brush the hair from my face. I just barely succeeded, having to resort to flicking my head to the side to remove the blockage so I could see my kidnapper clearly.

He sat, arms hanging over his legs as he leaned forward. He had been watching me sleep, waiting for this moment when I would awaken into my nightmare and one of my darkest fantasies. "Good morning." His voice was like thunder in a sinister storm. I could hear the soft mania, the awe, the lust in his voice.

"Where– where am I?" I tried to push myself onto my feet, but even my strong legs could not hold the weight of the pink chains.

"You're home." His eyes narrowed under his mask and I assumed he was smiling.

I almost smiled back, but I hardened my face. "Let me go. My father works closely with the police department."

He chuckled. "Am I supposed to be afraid? I just wanted to spend time with a pretty girl is all. Do you like your dress? I got it just for you."

I looked down, surprised to even be wearing anything at all. It was so sheer and I was so groggy I hadn't even noticed it. "So what are you? Some kind of Zodiac Killer?" I spat.

"I'd like to think I'm more of a Mr. Rodger's  kinda guy." He stood and tore the key right from around his neck, the thick twine snapping like thin macaroni necklace string.

"Stay away from me!"

He ignored me, sliding the key into the lock slowly, the sound of the locking mechanism deafening in the silence. He grabbed the bottom rung of the door and lifted it to duck under it. The key was discarded on the floor and I couldn't see it anymore. If he was that big of an idiot, I was going to win this! But then he waved his hand and it poofed into an unmistakable pink cloud.

He waltzed over, those glowing eyes taking in my near naked form hungrily. "It looks like I picked a good one. I've been watching you for what felt like eons." His hand raised like it was going to create a bubble, but a ball of unnatural pink light appeared in its place. My eyes widened in surprise, but then I winced and turned away as he brought it closer to peer at me. His breath was against my neck at one point, thin through his covering and I snarled in defiance. "Does anyone at your home ever tell you you're beautiful?" He crooned and lifted my head.

I yanked away but he grabbed my face more forcefully this time, his eyes literally brightening with irritation. "Why am I here?"

He pulled the mask down so his voice was unobscured. "Because I'm in love with you. And I need you."

I stammered, the rawness in his voice blurring the line between role play and reality.

He cracked a smile and leaned down to brush his lips against mine. I started to move away, but he whispered, "If you move away again, I'll break your fucking neck." Then in a softer, pleading tone, "Sit still, I don't want to have to hurt you."

Instantly I felt myself flush with heady lust. It was so unlike him and like him, so unlike any side I had ever seen even the angry ones. I should be afraid, this was not my Steven that I had come so dearly to love. Not quite my soft man who made me Durian cakes and ate me out for fun and spoke sweetly.

This was a man who had no connection to me at all it felt, he was playing the role as if it was one he'd always played. The obsessed, sociopath in front of me was not my Steven. Perhaps there was a part of him that did feel like this. I could never, and would never know.

The shocking need settled in the pit of my stomach and I let him kiss me. I didn't kiss him back as much as I wanted to, letting him lead and pick up the pace. "Don't bother with your brave damsel act, I know you think I'm attractive. It's okay, I won't tell." He kissed me again, grabbing at my breasts possessively causing a moan to fall from my lips before I could stop it. "There you go," He murmured. Thick fingers traced around my nipples, feeing as they involuntarily grew taught under his careful tease. His tongue darted out to lick it and I masked my need with a growl and trying to yank away.

"Fuck you, you'll never have me," I lied angrily.

He stood to his full height, high above my form as I fell forward, kneeling at his feet. "I think I will." I could sense it in front of my face. I could smell the heady scent of his leaking, the wet patch that had grown and soaked through his jeans. He balled his fist into my hair, pressing my face against it and I nearly melted into a puddle on the floor. "Do you see what you do to me?" He lamented quietly and released my head, dropping into a squat to lift my head and force me to look into his hazy irises once more. "I love you. Let me have you."

My body fell into his and I could hear his lips part to smile.

There was no need for words, no need for foreplay. He lifted the chain easily, pulling my legs from under me so I was lying flat on my back. The stone was hard against my skin and bones, it was freezing cold and I shifted uncomfortably. It hurt, but I could handle it. 

His eyes traveled over my body, sizing me up like a kid trying to pick the best cookie. They finally rested between my legs and I squeezed them shut.

Just like I wanted him to he pulled them apart and I was helpless to stop him. The longer he stared the more I leaked. I wondered if he could see with the light, or if there were shadows obscuring his view. Thighs met shoulders, an uncomfortable position had it not been for my stretching every morning and afternoon. He didn't waste a second dragging his tongue from my opening to my clit knocking the air from my lungs. "You're so wet. You're delicious and perfect. I have to keep you." He devoured me, lapping at every drop like it was the nectar of the gods and groaning, reaching down to palm over his black jeans.

My cries echoed in the small room. Everything was amplified, my voice, his heaving breath against my most sensitive areas, the pleasure. I was literally shackled in lust. I couldn't control myself from humping against his face. In my mindscape buried behind the cloudiness of his command, I wondered where these new powers of light and hypnotism came from but my body didn't care.

He was never rough with me. Steven was consistently gentle as if he were finally getting to worship the girl he had been stalking for forever to him. His tongue pushed into my opening, a soft glow coming from there and I felt the tentacle-like appendage reach up far to brush against my cervix. "O-Oh my stars!" I felt it, it was already about to happen. His skill kicked up, he knew what I liked and he wanted me to cum on his tongue so he could eat that too. His eyes were locked on mine, I realized, a tingling sensation overtook me at the intensity of his gaze and I squeezed rhythmically around him. My eyes rolled back as he pressed harder into my g-spot and massaged.

He pulled out of me as I was lost in the afterglow and murmured, "Open your eyes, look at me."

Lazily I did and he smirked. "You're never leaving me."

And my vision went black again.