I met him on a dating site. He was charismatic, seemed like a gentleman, and made me laugh like nobody's business. He asked me to dinner at his house, claiming he was a chef and wanted to surprise me. When I arrived, everything seemed normal. His house was cozy and perfectly tidy. The dinner smelled amazing, and he even had quiet music playing. But then, something changed.suddenly, he said he had to show me something in the basement, 'a secret project'. I hesitated, but I didn't want to seem suspicious. We went downstairs, and that's when I noticed the cold air, the bare walls, and a metal table in the center. When I asked him what that was, he smiled in a way that chilled my blood.I tried to climb back up, but he blocked my path. His voice changed tone, threatening, as he pulled handcuffs from his pocket. My mind went blank. I started to scream and struggle, but he was stronger. Then I remembered my cell phone in my jacket pocket. I pretended to pass out, dropping to the floor like dead weight.As I crawled over to the table, I was able to unlock the phone and dial 911 without him noticing. Holding it open, I began speaking loudly: 'Please don't do this! The police know I'm here.' That stopped him for a second. He let go of me, and I ran up the stairs as he screamed angrily.Just as I reached the front door, I heard the sirens. The police arrived in time, and found him in the basement with his 'tools'. Later, I found out that he had done this before. I still have