A groggy Scott was coming round in unfamiliar housing. He saw a note addressed to him. He picked it up. He took in his surroundings. It smelled of sand wood and lime. Vincent. He started to growl how could he? 'Arghh' he thought 'bastard'. He began reading the note...it read:

Dear Scott,

I hope you like the accommodations. I would hate it if you were uncomfortable. I mean I have always had a crush on you. You are a cutie and the way you squirm and shiver when I'm nearby is such a turn on. You must not be serious thinking I would leave you alone. You must be wrong in the head. I mean, come on... really.

Now onto business you WILL obey my commands because if you don't well...that collar on your neck isn't just for show you know. You must obey or be hurt and I really don't want to have to do that. Right then you and I will be together forever. Its that or I lock you in the pizzeria and let THEM get you okay love.

Anyhow see you in the morning. If you happen to escape I will find you and hurt you and frankly that kind of ruins the point soooo. Bye Bye love.

V

xxx

Scott stared in shock at the note. It was neatly written in cursive hand writing and signed with a single V it was very sick and twisted. It was a shocker that Vincent would do this. If anyone was going to do that then it would be Mike. "Remember the feelings, remember the day. My stone heart was breaking.
My love ran away." was a note at the bottom. He didn't know what on earth that meant but didn't think anything of it.

Half hour later

Vincent arrived home exhausted and sore. His head was pounding. Apparently Scott had called in sick today meaning Vincent had to take both shifts that meaning him having to deal with them and the kids. Suddenly Vincent was pounced on by Scott who had a collar around his neck. He was punched in the face and that made his lip and nose bleed . He lay there staring and losing a battle against unconsciousness. Scott then said "why did you do that Vincent?" He blinked slowly and weakly. Before replying "Do what?" Scott looked at him. "How long have you been working for?" Vincent thought back."Two shifts. I'm just tired. Why are you in my house?" "..." "Scott?"