“Jason, please! You can’t—mppggh!”

Lily Carmichael got no further before the wad of silk cloth was shoved into her mouth, the meaty hand clasped over her full lips preventing her from spitting it out and further stifling her screams. With a strength borne of panic, the university professor thrashed about in her stalker’s grip, the ropes securing her at her wrists, ankles and beneath her breasts biting painfully with every movement, even through her formal jacket, blouse and pants. With his free hand, her assailant reached into the black gym bag at his side, and green eyes widened in horror at the sight of a roll of microfoam tape, provoking more frantic screams.

“Easy, Professor, I don’t want your hair to get caught. It’s very sticky!” came Jason’s gentle urging. His hand released its grip over her mouth, and Lily had a half-second to try and force out the gag before the tape sealed her crimson lips shut and rendered those efforts impossible. Round and round her head travelled the roll, her kidnapper taking exquisite care to ensure her short blonde hair did not get trapped beneath, and with each added layer of tape, her cries grew fainter, as did any hope of aid from beyond the privacy of her office. “See, isn’t that better? You look so pretty like that, teach.”

Features pale with fright, Lily tried squirming towards the door. “There’s no need for that,” Jason remarked calmly, bundling her up in his arms. Hands gravitated towards her full breasts, accented by the cut of her jacket, and Lily shivered at the glint of madness in her former student’s eyes, the nightmare of his obsessive lust fully realized. From the very first moment he’d stepped into her first-year English class, he’d been fixated on her, his advances relentless and his desires warped by his mental instability, culminating in his eventual committal when he turned violent. “You don’t need to say anything, teach, I already know you love me.”

Lily offered a muffled wail, head shaking vigorously in denial, yet Jason paid no heed, drifting off into whatever flights of fancy his broken mind provided. “I thought about you every day when I was in the asylum, and now you and I can be together, like we were always meant to be. Now, I should get you out of here. I don’t want the police finding me before we can get married.”

“Mmmppppggh!”

“Don’t worry, I have a car and everything. You’ll have to stay in the trunk, of course. People won’t understand what you mean to me if they see you like that. Ah, here!” he crowed, rummaging about the gym bag and withdrawing a thick cloth. “This will help you feel better.”

Lily knew what was coming, and struggled mightily to avoid it, but the chloroform-soaked cloth was forced over her mouth and nose all the same. Swept under by the noxious haze, her last thought before succumbing to the darkness was to considers what other product of Jason’s madness she’d be forced to endure…