After three months of obsession, of stalking, of craziness. I finally have her in my basement. And I hope she likes it, I tried my best to make it look like a bit of her apartment. When it's night and her lights are on, I can kind of see the inside.

But now she's here, sitting on a chair with her legs wrapped around the chair. I don't want to hurt her, but I'm sure she'd ran away. She's smart, I know.

"Don't be scared. I'm not mean." I mumble, as I drag my gun on her cheek.