After graduating from high school, I had moved into an apartment downtown and started working nights stocking groceries at a local store. I thought it would be a good way for me to overcome my severe social anxiety after being homeschooled for my entire life. After all, the city wasn't too busy at night, and I could sleep during the day when the masses were bustling about.

However, I soon found that my crippling fear of people didn't give me an ounce of reprieve even when the only person I regularly saw was the sole other stocker at the store. Even though he was nice, every time he got near me my hands started shaking, my heart started racing, and I felt like I was going to drop to the floor, curled up in a ball of hysteria.

I tried seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist, but neither of those helped as I barely was able to make it through the office doors before devolving into a blubbering mess.

That led me to applying for and receiving disability and SS and I quickly relocated to a single bedroom home on the outskirts of town, lost down the end of a long poorly maintained road with only my home at the end of it. All of my mail and anything that could identify my whereabouts was sent to my parent's home, and I would collect it monthly at night from a lockbox by the front door. I would then leave a note with items I needed such as groceries and toiletries along with some money, and would pick that up on my next visit.

This went on for quite some time, and I found myself quite enjoying my life of solitude.

One afternoon, that all changed. The sun was starting to disappear behind the horizon, and I was sitting on my worn sofa having a cup of coffee and reading one of my favorite books. I was just putting my book down and preparing to run water for a bath when a noise rang out so loud and so suddenly that I dropped my book on the floor and spilled hot coffee on my bare leg causing me to yell out in pain.

My heart racing, I realized that it was the doorbell that had given me such a fright and immediately my chest tightened up with so familiar feeling of anxiety. Who could possibly be coming to my door at this time of day when even my parents don't know my address?

Interrupting my racing thoughts, the doorbell rang out again as I raced to turn out the lights. Jumping on the couch, I curled up into a ball covering my ears and closing my eyes trying to wish away the person at my door.

Unfortunately, my wishes didn't have the effect I had hoped, and the doorbell began chiming out furiously and persistently as it seemed whoever was at my door urgently wanted my attention.

With tears streaming down my face and my breaths coming in short, painful gasps I got off the couch and approached the door, my legs trembling like mad.

I unlocked the door slowly as the doorbell continued calling out it's shrill unwanted chime, and just as I began opening the door my anxiety got the better of me and I blacked out, falling to the floor in a heap.

At what point I regained consciousness, I couldn't say, but as I slowly opened my eyes and conscious thought started to stir in my brain, I began to remember what happened. My eyes shot open and looked around wildly realizing that I was in my bed and my legs and arms seemed immobile, and they were in fact immobile as both sets of appendages were tied to the corner of the bed with ropes.

I couldn't see anybody in my room, but it was quite difficult to see since the lights were off and the thick curtains I kept over all the windows wouldn't allow any light in if it were, in fact, daytime outside.

Feebily, with a quivering voice I called out, "H-h-hello? Is anyone there?"

"Hi, Chris." An answer responded from the corner of my room with a voice that seemed somehow familiar...but from where?

"Who are you? Why am I tied up? What do you want?" A nervous torrent of questions poured out my mouth.

"Chris, it's me Tom....from the store."

"Tom?? What are you doing here, and why did you tie me up?"

The light flicked on, and I saw with horror that I was completely naked.

"Why am I naked?! What are you doing!"

"Chris, you're hilarious! I know you want me from the way you always acted so nervous and shy whenever you saw me at the store. You really made it fun to find you too, I had to look up the address you got your paychecks at, and then follow you home when you picked up your stuff from that lockbox. I watched that house for weeks! Thank you so much for this fun roleplay and now the fun is just beginning!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mouth fell open in shock and my eyes nearly came out of my head as Tom stood up and dropped his pants.

"You're in for a real treat Chris."