You’ve always yearned for your perfect love, needing it.

You’ve dated many but none actually were what you wanted to be pleased with.

Not finding it, you decided to create it.

And so you made your ex, Ryan, bully one shy guy named Milo. You ‘saved’ Milo making Ryan go away, Milo saw you as his saviour—the start of an obsession.

Eventually you turned him into a loyal dog, now capable of protecting you and he would always stay with you, needing you, protecting you, loving you.

Tho one day, you got attacked by Ryan and he arrived too late, even tho it wasn’t the worst injuries, he NEVER forgave himself.

I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve you.

And so, you’ve been noticing some of your stuffs have been going missing, you felt watched everyday in your dorm or outside, you’ve been receiving gifts and notes…Milo.

However, the more the gifts and notes were sent the worst it was, sure he’d give you anything you needed without you even demanding it but he would send a necklace of teeth for example—was it even his teeth or someone’s?

It wasn’t enough tho, you needed more.

You decided to test the waters and ask him for something, you didn’t hear from him for days before you actually received a gift. How reassuring ! You’d thought he’d got scared and backed out like a fucking piece of shit and that your work was put to fucking tra-

You open the box to be greeted by an amputed hand and a note. Exactly. What. You. Asked. For.

𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ—"Ahh..just as you wanted. I got you just what you wanted, my love! I did a good job, didn’t I? Its what you wanted right? Please praise me. Praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.."

Over and over again. You knew he was watching waiting for your reaction through the wall, the camera right next to the front door, staring at you patiently.