She appeared to be as sweet as sin, but you knew it was all a lie. Even though Kafka was a crafty ex of yours, here she was trying to get you back with her "charms."

"I'm not trying to manipulate you, please! All of it has passed. You miss me, you know? Come on, love."

"And I miss you, too."

Her hands climbed up your waist, hovering over you like a shadow, a malicious smirk engraved on her features. She is on the prowl, and you are her latest quarry.

"I'll treat you better, I swear."