"crap it's late." you though worriedly as you turned the key in the lock of the door to the small coffee shop you worked at. Your boss had to leave early that day, and told you to lock up shop. You glanced down at the clock on your phone.

11:45

It read. You sighed, wanting nothing more than to get back to your small apartment as soon as possible. Your apartment was only a few blocks away from your work so you saw no point in driving, and walked the small distance there and back every day.

Putting your phone away, you started to walk away from the shop, and in the direction of your house. After a few blocks you rounded a corner, and that's when you heard your phone go off.

'no one ever talks to me this late' you thought, pulling the phone out of your pocket assuming whatever it was it was important. The bright screen glowed in the darkness,

'time to come home love.' your brow creased in confusion,

'it clearly must be a wrong number' you thought, trying to dismiss the though, but still staring at the message a bit longer.

Suddenly, you let out a gasp as you felt arms wrap around your small frame. One snaked it's way around your waist, while the other brought a damp cloth up to cover your mouth. You tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the cloth. You started to feel weak and it took a lot of strength to hold yourself up.

Your attacker must have noticed because he nuzzled his head into your neck, you felt his hot breath on your ear as he said

"it's alright dear, your safe with me." your heart pounded loudly in your chest as you desperately tried to get away from this man.

Soon after you had to take in some air, and black spots began to cloud your vision. You felt your body fall out from under you, but you never hit the ground, strong arms lifted you up and carried you away.

(time skip)

"uggh, what happened?" you moaned, bringing up your arm up to cover your eyes, as the unwanted light shinned in your face. As your arm came into view, you noticed a strange color of fabric on it. Pink. You didn't really own much pink clothing, and none you could really thin of that you would be sleeping in.

You were dragged out of your thoughts when you heard loud footsteps. You lived alone and were scared as to who it could be, you turned just in time to see the door open your eyes widened and your heart seemed to stop for a moments. You saw a man carrying a tray of what seemed to be some sort of food and tea.

The man almost seemed familiar, he had on pink and purple dress clothes, not like anything most people would wear in this time.

He set the tray down on the desk next top the bed and turned to face you. His face lit up as he saw you, he hurried over to you and grabbed your hand from under the covers.