Obsession

He was obsessed with her. She was his reason for breathing, for living. If she were not here he would cease to exist, or so he believed.

Countless sketches and photographs litter the floor of his bedroom, each and every one of them featuring his obsession.

Without her, he would have no cause, no purpose for anything at all.

He had a box full of letters he had written to her and never sent, and another filled with responses that he himself had written. He had been driven to the brink of sanity and after teetering there for a long while, he had finally toppled over the edge.

He was writing her another letter. As he wrote he pictured her in his mind, but this was not enough, never enough. He delved into the piles of sketches and pulled one out. He stared at it for a long while before deciding that, once again, this would not suffice. He paced the small, box like room for a while and then snatched a photograph of her that was pinned to the wall above his bed.

Sitting back down at his desk he picked up his pen once more and began to write. After a time he read over what he had written and silently berated himself for writing such a poor excuse for a love letter. After all, she was his everything so it would not do to give her a less than perfect letter. So, like all the others it was discarded, adding to masses of letters on the floor.

After a time he knew what it was that he needed for inspiration to write.

He stood once more and made his way over to a door on the opposite side of the room. He took the key from his pocket and fitted it into the lock. When he heard the click of the door unlocking itself, he retracted the key and put it back in his pocket. He opened the door almost reverently and then flicked the light switch bathing the bathroom in a pale yellow glow.

She lifted her head carefully so as not to cause herself any pain. She wasn't sure how long she had been there but it seemed like forever. She cracked her eyes open, letting them adjust to the light before fully opening them. When she looked at him he smiled at her and then he placed a kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the feeling of her kidnapper touching her. He stood there staring at her a moment longer before nodding to himself. She pulled at her restraints, though she knew it was useless, and he just grinned wider.

"This time, it will be perfect."

He turned off the light, and left the room, locking the door behind him and leaving her alone in the darkness once more.