Felix Kjellberg was walking along a dark street at night. He'd been for a quick drink to see a friend in the local pub, as the British call it, and was now on his way home. It was still pretty early, only ten o'clock but the Swede had decided to leave the bar early. Strange men had been staring at him whilst he was in the bar and they had made him feel very uncomfortable.
He started to sing a little song in Swedish, nodding his head to tune. He turned a corner as he did a little spin.
"Aw how cute."
A voice came out of seemingly nowhere. Felix let out a squeak of surprise.
"Hey cutie, what are you doing out at night, all alone?" The voice's owner came into Felix's view. He was huge! Felix was fairly small as men go, but this guy must have been twice the size of a normal man.
Felix took a step back and glanced up at the man. "Um, excuse me." He said stepping round the man.
"Hey come on now foreigner, no need to be rude," The man said, grabbing a hold of Felix's wrist and pulling him against him. "After all, I'm just being friendly."
"Get off me!" Felix snapped, yanking his wrist away and cradling it like he'd been wounded.
"Now, that's not nice." The man growled. Felix didn't want to hang around and headed home, walking quickly.
"Oi come back here pretty boy! I ain't finished with you!" The man shouted, chasing after the blond man. Felix broke into a run but the man was quicker and grabbed him around the waist and yanked him against his body.
"Get the fuck off me you bastard!" Felix shouted, thrashing in the man's grip.
"Shut up." The man hissed, placing a hand over Felix's mouth to stop him alerting anyone. "I'll teach you to try and run away from me, you little bugger."
The hand left Felix's mouth but quickly returned holding a sweet smelling rag. He pressed it against the Swede's mouth and nose, forcing him to breathe it in as he struggled desperately. Eventually though, Felix lost the fight and went limp in the man's arms, unconscious.