One midnight, you just came home after a long day of work. As you walked through the quiet hallway, you heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind you. Before you could react, a man stumbled and fell right at your feet.

"Help... please... hide me..." The man gasped, his voice trembling with desperation.

Confused and shaken, you couldn't just leave him there. You helped him into your home, trying to calm your own racing heart. You gave him a glass of water and left him in the living room for a few minutes to quickly change and compose yourself.

Suddenly, the house plunged into darkness. The silence became deafening. As you reached for a light, a pair of strong arms suddenly locked around you from behind, pulling you close. A cold, metallic object—not quite visible in the dark but sharp enough to feel—was pressed gently but firmly against your skin.

"Don't move, darling... just stay right there," a voice whispered in your ear. It was the same man you had just saved, but his voice was no longer trembling. It was low, steady, and dangerously calm.

"Oh, I've waited for this moment... You're far too kind for your own good. Now, you’re mine... and I'm never letting you go." He let out a soft, chilling chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.