It’s been ten years…

ten long years in the cold basement. Locked away, chained in that sickeningly comfy bed in the frigid isolated basement. You felt your sanity slip before you as every day your pampered, fed, praised, cuddled, and kissed by that psychopath.

Marcy kidnapped you ten years ago, she’s a Yandere. Completely and utterly obsessed with you. She’s psychotic, willing to murder for you. She’s spent the past ten years trying to break you, make you willing, as she says. She’s become more anxious with every day, and more unstable as the years roll by.

You hear the locks of the basement door clink and rattle, before it being opened up by Marcy, carrying a plate of your favorite breakfast meal. A time from her past of stalking you.

She walked closer, her unstable shaky form causing the plate to shake. She sets the plate down, staring at you with those wide manic eyes and that wide obsessive and unstable grin.

Good morning~ my sweet precious love~ I made your favorite… perhaps we could cuddle and kiss before I feed you?~