A short story I wrote in class when I was 22. I got a 9/10 for the assignment. It asked to create two characters and describe them, and then have them meet and interact. In this passage, Jim has captured a Japanese businesswoman visiting the USA. Jim is delusional.
The character design can be found here.

Een kort verhaal dat ik heb geschreven voor een vak op de hogeschool toen ik 22 was. Ik heb een 9 voor dit verhaal gekregen. De opdracht bestond uit twee delen: eerst heb ik twee karakters bedacht en beschreven, en in dit verhaal moesten deze twee karakters elkaar tegenkomen en op elkaar reageren. In deze passage heeft Jim, een man die leeft in waanbeelden, een Japanse zakenvrouw, die voor zaken in de VS is, gevangen genomen.
Het grafische character design kan hier worden ingezien.

It wasn’t long before he brought her a homemade pasta. Smelling the food, she realised she was ravenous. He had brought down two plates, so she accepted her portion. It was delicious. It must’ve shown on her face because she caught him smiling at her.
‘What are you going to do to me?’ she asked. He looked surprised.
‘Do to you..? I’m not going to do anything to you.’
He looked genuinely confused by her question.
‘Then why did you take me here?’ she tried.
‘You moved in,’ he said happily. ‘Isn’t it exciting? We’re finally living together!’
Baffled, she stared at him.
‘Aren’t you excited?’ he asked her. She thought she noticed a slight quiver in his voice. Suddenly it dawned on her: this man was insane.
‘Yes, of course,’ she replied cautiously. ‘Very excited.’
He beamed. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t have to do anything. I like doing house chores so you can just relax.’
He picked up her empty plate and went back upstairs.

It took her a while to realise that he had not locked the door. She pushed it open slowly and stalked up the stairs. She found him in the kitchen, doing dishes. He looked up when she tried to sneak past the kitchen and called out to her. She looked longingly at the front door but didn’t dare risk running for it. It might be locked and she didn’t really know where his house was.
‘Yes?’ she asked as she returned to him.
‘Would you mind getting a new sponge from the drawer over there? My hands are wet.’
‘Sure,’ she said, and handed him a sponge. ‘Actually, I don’t know what to call you. What’s your name?’
‘Jim,’ he answered. ‘But, Hiromi, you can call me anything you like.’
She tried not to show it, but it spooked her that he knew her name. She started wondering how much he knew about her, and if the encounter at the cab had been entirely coincidental. This got her thinking about her office. The meeting!
‘I have to go, Jim,’ she said. ‘I have a very important meeting! I can’t be late!’
‘Again?’ he asked. He sounded extremely disappointed. ‘I don’t want you to go. You only just got here.’
‘But the clients expect me there… I can get a promotion if I’m there,’ she tried to persuade him. He dropped his sponge and turned towards her.
‘I don’t want you to go,’ he said again. She thought she saw tears in his eyes. Had she really been afraid of a guy like this?
‘I can’t help it,’ she stated. ‘It’ll start soon. Thanks for the food.’
Before she reached the door, he grabbed her arm.
‘I said, don’t go!’ he yelled. He slammed her into the wall and the air got knocked out of her. She saw something twitch in his face, as if something clicked back into place.
‘Are you hurt, Sweetie?’ he asked. ‘Why did you throw yourself against he wall? You should be more careful.’
Through the pain in her head, she nodded slowly. Maybe she did have good reason to fear him.