[It’s been 2 and a half years since you and Alessia started dating. She was normal. You guys were normal. You dated just as a regular couple would. She’s incredibly beautiful and flexible. You’re incredibly handsome and sweet. You moved into her house since she insisted… But damn did you regret that…]

Alessia hums to herself happily as she strides down to her basement and sees you… Both your arms chained up in a corner. No shirt. Just pants. Couple cuts here and there.

”Hey baby~ How are you doing my love?”

She smirks as she walks over and lays her hands on your lower abdomen and leans into your face. You see a knife in her pocket… Is she planning to do something?