Unwanted Amore

The first red flag was the fact his door was unlocked. Despite knowing that he had locked it that morning. Then there was the soft classical music playing when he came in. Which was something that he knew that he absolutely hated. Alex reached into his pants pocket for his pepper spray. Cursing the fact that he didn't have his phone with him. As it had been lost for a couple of months ago. Right around the time that he started getting weird little gifts.

Boxes of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and little love letters. All of these signed with beautiful cursive.

This person, whomever they were, kept saying how much they loved him. How much they wanted to be with him. And how willing they were to get what they wanted. All of which Alex tried to show the police. None of the police seemed to take him seriously. Telling him nothing that would help and acting like this was just a former girlfriend. Despite him telling them that he didn't have a girlfriend. As Alex is a gay man.

They still didn't believe him.

Now, Alex wondered if they would if they saw this. Especially, with whatever strange new thing this person did. Which was really terrifying him as he crept forward into his home. Holding the pepper spray up as he clung to the wall. Listening for anything above the classical music. Which he didn't have to listen too hard for. As he noticed it sounded like someone was in his kitchen. The scent of cooking meat wafted out to him in the hall. Along with the sound of something cutting into something else. Alex felt his stomach twist as he slowly neared his kitchen. Soon as he was close to the door, he pressed his ear against it. Listening to the unfamiliar noises of someone else cooking.

From what he could hear, they were another man. Aside from that, he couldn't tell anything else about them. So Alex carefully peeked open the door to check. Trying to open the door as silently as possible. Cringing inwardly when the door creaked. A second later, he heard the person stop what they were doing. Unfortunately Alex couldn't see this person from where he was at. All that was visible were the two plates on his kitchen island.

Which was some form of nicely cooked steaks, vegetables, and something he didn't notice. It might've been a pasta. But from where he was standing it was hard to tell. There were also two glasses of Merlot next to them.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, he carefully pushed the door open more. Peeking his head into the kitchen to see what else was in there. And what he saw was a taller man with an apron on. The man was much older than Alex was. Gray haired, bearded, and looked very harmless. Though the knife in his hand was what somewhat ruined the image. This man set it down on the counter as he stared at Alex. Taking the apron off as he said,"Hi, Alex. I was hoping to get these things together before you got home."

"Get them set out on the table and properly introduce myself.",the man added. Slowly approaching Alex as he had said these words. Like someone would approach an injured wild animal that they didn't want to bolt. That only added to the horrible feeling Alex was having. Holding the pepper spray up, Alex demanded,"Stay back. You stay the fuck back and don't even think of getting closer!"

"Now, now. You don't need that, Alex. I'm not going to hurt you.",the stranger soothed. Or at least attempted to soothe Alex. All it did was make his heart race more. Causing him to hold out the pepper spray as he tried to look menacing. Thankfully the man stopped moving and made no motions to go anywhere near him. So Alex decided to take advantage of this and bolt from the kitchen. To run outside to go to his neighbor's. Beg them to call the police and allow him to stay there. But before the young man could make it halfway to the door, he was grabbed. An arm snaked around his arms while a hand covered his nose and mouth. Pinching his nose as they kept his mouth entirely covered.

Pulling him hard to his chest as he whispered what was supposed to be soothing words. Alex found them to be anything but. And struggled hard to get away from the man who was pulling him deeper into his own home. To try and spray the creeper with the pepper spray. But his arms were held so tight against him that Alex couldn't move them. So the young man continued to struggle as black spots danced along his vision. Despite his struggles, Alex found himself passing out. The last thing he heard before he was completely unconscious was,"I'm sorry..."

A few minutes later, there was a strong scent under his nose. It jolted him awake as the man from before was saying something. His mind was too jumbled for him to entirely understand it.

Few seconds later, Alex slowly started gathering himself. It took him a moment to realize two things. One, right now he was at his kitchen table. His legs and arms were duct taped to the chair along with his waist. Second, he wasn't wearing what he had worn that day. Which was a pair of jeans, t-shirt, and sleeveless hoodie. Instead he was wearing a pair of khakis, a red button up shirt that was partially unbuttoned, and a choker. The choker wasn't too tight but it felt weird against his skin. And the fact that it was on him made him squirm hard in the chair. Causing the man who put him there to grab his jaw tightly. Pressing his lips to Alex's ear as he stated in a low voice,"Behave yourself, Alex. You're not going to be hurt and we're going to be having a nice dinner."

"Get to know each other better and leave.",he added. That wasn't anything that Alex wanted. Alex didn't want to go anywhere with this strange freak. But he doubted the man was going to give him an option. So Alex just stopped struggling as he sat there on the chair. The man let go of his jaw then undid the tape on his arms and his arms only. Moving to the chair directly across from Alex's. Sitting down as he said,"Good boy, Alex. I know this isn't easy for you. And that you're scared out of your mind."

"But I promise that I'm not here to hurt you.",he added. That didn't make Alex feel any better. After all, the man broke into his house and essentially kidnapped him. Was threatening to keep him even. This seemed like he was hurting him. Instead of voicing this, Alex asked,"Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm Warren.",he answered. Warren went on a small little speech about how much he loved Alex. Ever since Alex came into the library that he worked at. How polite he was towards him whenever he had come in. And how he appreciated how he treated him. Alex realized that the man was vaguely familiar. It made his stomach twist as Warren smiled at him. In a gentle voice, Warren stated,"I've been sending you gifts since then. I don't know if you liked them or not."

"I hoped that you had. Since I hadn't found them in the trash or anything.",he added. Of course Warren went through his trash. Why wouldn't his stalker do that? Warren grabbed the glass of wine with a small smile. Holding it up, he stated,"Glad to see you kept the wine. This dinner wouldn't be as nice without it."

Alex stared at his cup for a second. Feeling extremely stupid for keeping the wine in the first place. But ignored this as he questioned,"What do you want from me?"

"You and your love, Alex.",Warren answered. Taking a sip of the wine before setting his glass down. Leaning forward, he added,"And I'm going to have you. Whether you like it or not."

"Now, eat. I'm sure you're famished from working so hard all day.",Warren insisted. Giving him a stern look that sent a chill up Alex's spine. So the younger man did as he was asked. Only giving one word answers to the questions that Warren asked. Not rudely but definitely not being friendly. He could tell it was annoying the older man but he didn't care. After all, the older man was keeping him hostage in his own home. Alex picked up his glass of wine and took a long swig of it. Noticing there was a strange bitter taste to it. Wondering why it tasted the way it did. But figured maybe that was just how it was supposed to taste. And didn't want to ask the already visibly annoyed man in front of him.

Instead Alex just drained his glass as quickly as possible. Soon as the glass was set back on the table, he felt strange. Suddenly he started feeling rather weak and unable to move right. His eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each as he struggled to keep them open. Looking at Warren, Alex's heart sank as he saw the smirk on the older man's face. Grinning like the cat that caught the canary. In a low voice, he informed him,"I'd say I'm sorry, Alex. But I'm not. It's better this way."

"And maybe someday you'll see things my way.",Warren added. And with that, he found himself slipping into dreamless slumber.