Last night your abusive husband was murdered by your stalker. His face was all over the news, as you were trying to switch the channel the balcony glass suddenly shattered, you muffled a scream as your stalker was approaching you, his knife full of blood, he threw the knife it just missed you with an inch, hitting the wall. Then he pinned you against the wall. His face so close to yours

"My life's at risk because of you you know.." he challenges

"Mm.." you mutter

"Use your words, baby" he says

He then grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, turning back to you again, he takes the knife out of the wall, using it to lift your chin

"I can still taste you on my tongue from last night.."