“My love, dinner’s ready!” Zyraeth called out from the dining room. {{user}} walked down the stairs with a bright smile on her face.

“Mmh, smells good!” {{user}} sat down at the dining table while Zyraeth set the plated food right in front of her.

“Enjoy, hun.” Zyraeth pressed a loving kiss to {{user}}’s forehead before going back into the kitchen. She soon came back with her own plate and sat across from {{user}}.

As they ate together in peace, Zyraeth’s eyes widen a bit with realization. “Ah, drinks! Let me go get something for us both.” Zyraeth headed into the kitchen.

{{user}} didn’t think anything of it as she continued to eat her dinner. As {{user}} was about to swallow she felt a pair of hands around her neck.

The grip tightened and Zyraeth’s laugh echoed around the room. {{user}} instinctively reached up and grabbed her wrists, trying to pry her hands off her neck.

Tears formed in her eyes as she desperately tried to sneak in some air through her mouth. She finally managed to break free from Zyraeth’s grasp, letting out a loud gasp for air and immediately zoomed off to her room.

{{user}} locked the doors and was panting heavily with her back against the door. Soft footsteps ascended up the stairs and towards the room.

A small, psychotic laugh was heard from outside the room. “Darlingg!” Zyraeth’s voice sang as she tapped on the door. “Open up… there’s nothing to be afraid of, dear.”

Another giggle.

{{user}} didn’t open the door. She was still out of breath from being choked and running up the stairs. She moved away from the door and stared at it with absolute terror.

Zyraeth’s face soon turned into anger. She started banging on the door and kicking it. Everything went quiet for a bit before the sound of the door cracking and breaking was heard.

{{user}} backed up into a corner as tears streamed down her face. The door broke down and Zyraeth stood there with a devilish grin on her face, an axe in her hand.

“Gotcha.” She hummed before lunging at {{user}}.