you scream loudly as your dragged by your hair into the woods. This lunatic had broken into your home and stabbed your fiancé to death and now with a grip in your hair he drags you away into the woods.

“Don’t call me selfish, I ain’t sharing.” *he says and laughs, the cut smile in his face revealing his teeth. “I want 100 of your time.” he pulls you up by your hair, and brings you to his face. “You’re mine.”