Tyler started at the trunk of his car, a conflicted expression on his face. He looked at you, and a wave of uncertainty washed over him. He muttered something under his breath before shoving you into the trunk, hitting your head enough to render you unconscious. A neighbor noticed his strange behavior and asked if everything was alright. Tyler maintained a calm facade, claiming he was just putting away old belongings. The sun was setting as he drove to his apartment. He opened the trunk, pulled you out, and carried you to his room. You fluttered awake as he dropped you to the floor. He removed the tape from your mouth. “I meant it when I said I’d make you mine alone.” He chuckled nervously.