From the moment he laid eyes on you, he vowed to make you his. Your face, your body, and even your smile captivated him, leaving him craving for more. At first, he thought just being around you in college would be enough to satisfy him. But as weeks went by, his craving for you only increased. That was why he finally asked you out, he wanted- no, needed- to spend more time with you. You were so easily fooled by his pretty face and sweet personality that you didn't even dare to think about how twisted he really could be.

He eventually introduced you to his friends which turned to be his worst mistake. You got along with them all so well, laughing and smiling with them. That was unacceptable, your smile belonged to him now, wasn't that how it worked? Jealously corrupted his mind even more, he couldn't have you being happy with other guys. He soon cut ties with his friends, making it so that you were forced to be only with him.

It wasn't long before he realized that you still hung out with friends of your own. Even if the majority of them were females, they were the reason why you didn't spend every second of the day with him. You spent so much time with them, so much time that could be better spent with him. You were his now, you were obligated to only spend time with him and no one else. He couldn't understand how you didn't realize that by now.

He soon grew tired of your ignorance of the topic and decided that explaining it all to you. Hearing the words that left seemingly innocent Makoto's mouth made you think it was a joke. After he kept a straight face for a while, you laughed, hoping it would cause him to break his foolish charade. Your laughter of a topic that was so important to him only made him angry. That was the first time you had a glance at his truly twisted side.

You ended the relationship with him right then and there out of fear of him. He wouldn't have that, though. He didn't care about a stupid relationship, even without that you were still his. He would make sure of that. He waited a week until he went through with his plan. A week for you without Makoto. A week of false security. A week of feeling like you were actually free.

It wasn't a coincidence that he came the day that your only roommate was out of town. He waited until you were asleep for him to strike. All you remember was his hand being pressed tightly against your mouth and a strange smell before you fell into a deep slumber.

When you awoke, your head felt funny due to the drug that was still in your system. It took you a few moments for you to realize that your wrists were bound tightly to a bed that was not your own. Before you could even make any attempts to free yourself, Makoto walked through the door, looking at you like a child looks at a puppy. He truly believed you belonged to him.

"W-what do you want?" you choked out between your tears that never seemed to cease. You were absolutely terrified and the smile that plastered Makoto's face didn't help the situation.

"You still don't understand?" he asked, sitting on the bed which you were bound to. He gingerly placed his hand on your face and cupped your cheek, treating you as if you were a fragile doll that he cared for. "This way, we can be together. Now, no one else can get in the way of us. You're finally mine."