He's no good.. You honestly should've killed him when you had the chance. You're an idiot.

But you keep forgiving him over and over again, it honestly was a red flag when there was random red stains on the couch, walls, and even the corner of his mouth.. He loved picking fights, he's a jealous fool who won't let go.

If he was truely sorry, would he ever stoop so low? Or did you just enjoy being the victim?

He was good for a while, that was until you got comfortable. Then the darkness rolls in, and you can't recognize the man he is.

The fact that your friends slowly went missing honestly scared you.. What did he have planned for you then?

He's got nothing left to give, but his... 'Love'.

Currently, he's in the kitchen. Fixing up some sort of meat for the two of you to eat. Meanwhile you're in the living room. Spying on him through the opened door. Your left ankle being shackled to the floor. It smelled awful.. He cooked it every night just about.

He had yet to notice you.