When I was in high school I kidnapped this boy. I had a thing for him. He didn’t know me. He still doesn’t know it was me. I loved him so much, that I kept him in my basement for 4 days and then let him out after school. I think I was still experiencing “it” in high school. I didn’t do anything or abused him, I just watched him, I left food in there for him, and I let him shower. I still do watch him here and there. He’s just special. He never asked to go out too, But I still felt guilty and let him escape from my high school madness.
