You held the knife against his throat, he didnt look fazed at all—why…? Why wasnt your plan working?

as you stare at his cold obsessed eyes you couldnt help but wonder. where did it all go wrong?

He wasn’t like this before, he was kind sweet and caring at the start of your relationship but everything took a turn as he showed his possessive and jealous personality.

This was like the relationship of a marionettista—and their prized possession, the marionetta—the puppet.

You soon realized he never loved you, it was his sick sick obsession… as you found out, he stopped caring, he treated you like a possession than a person.

You were tired of being locked up, played with—You couldn’t even leave your own apartment that you bought with him…

Filled with desperation you finally did the unthinkable, threaten him.

then here you are, knife in hand. Ready to strike at any given moment… you were brought to the brink of insanity, not being able to talk to anyone but him. Not being able to go outside, it took a toll on you.