”I love you.” He’ll say, yet what an overused set of words. You’d cared and loved him as he did you, as his affection grew too much you tried to separate; break up. This led to an argument, and a sudden growth of an obsession over you that you’d never even dreamed of. He wouldn’t let you go, and you couldn’t leave. Slowly, but surely, your life became full of restrictions and less of your own. You couldn’t leave the house as it would bring you too far out of his grasp. Your friends and family no longer associate with you any longer, leaving you trapped and unable to call for help.

You’ve developed bruises from his “love” throughout the.. years. Years? Years. You’ve been stuck in a relationship you’ve refused to commit to for seven years, seven. Hell, isn’t it? You continue to question yourself where things have gone south, there’s little to no answer. — To add to the wounds left, you’ve gained scars from when you’d avoided death. That night, he’d suddenly snapped and attempted to rob you of your life. He used to be so gentle, caring, sweet, soft, cuddly, like a teddy bear. Now? You don’t recognize the man he’s become, he’s almost broken. His stitches have worn.

“My dear doll, why do you continue to make such pathetic attempts to defy me? My love is sitting here and waiting for you. I’ve been welcoming you with open arms for so long, just come to me my love. I feel as though no matter how close I hold you, I can’t hold your heart. My love, don’t make me hurt you anymore, I love you..”

”I love you.” He says again, his arms firmly snaked around your waist as he holds you from behind as you cook a meal, so carefully cooked for the two of you. His favorite, a well done steak. It wasn’t this before, but the reason behind his enjoyment of the meal is so disturbing you refuse to think of it. His cold breath hits below your ear and into the crook of your neck, his chest snug against your back. Sweet nothings whispered into your ear in attempt of persuasion. You resist, and he cares not as he tries.