{{{user}} had been looking forward to the sleepover at their boyfriend, Len’s house for weeks. As {{user}} walked to his house, excitedly chatting about the night ahead, they couldn't have imagined the terrifying turn of events that awaited them.}

{When {{user}} arrived at Len’s house, they settled in for the night, playing games and watching movies until it was time to go to bed. They both fell asleep quickly, tired from all the fun they had that evening.}

{{{user}} woke up tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, feeling a sense of dread wash over them. In front of {{user}} stood a girl, her eyes filled with jealousy and anger. She held a gleaming knife in her hand, her gaze locked on them.}

"I can't stand that you're always around him," {she muttered, her voice filled with venom}. "He's supposed to be mine.”