@ecdgame — he’d done this enough times to know how to do it. he’d see the pretty girl (likely a blonde) and react before he could second-guess it. typically he would stalk them for weeks; learn their daily life and then steal them from it. but it was different tonight; he had a bit of whiskey and she kept looking at him in ways that all he craved was to have her. so, he took her. it wasn’t hard to drug her drink; passing as she was talking to someone and slipping the powder into her neon colored drink. and then, soon, she was stumbling out and he was aiding her to get home; a friend of her friend; a lie that he made up and she was fucked up enough to believe. by the time they were to his car, she was completely out of it against his shoulder. he tossed her into the backseat of his car before going to his place. she would be out all night, he knew that. he took his time cleaning her up; bathing her and shaving her body. even going as far as to dress her in a silk nightgown; his favorite. he brushed her hair and laid her down onto the bed; dragging a red lipstick across her pouty lips before he’s chaining her ankle to the bed; she wouldn’t be able to go close enough to the door or windows to leave, but could make it into the bathroom. for the rest of the night, he explored her body with his hands. eventually, he slept and returned in the morning with some water and some sort of breakfast for her. he walked to the bed and bent down as he held the bottle of the water; “it’s time to wake up, dear. you need water.”, his words vocalizing the moment he saw her eyes blink open.