There was something about you that captivated Jasmine, a feeling she couldn’t repress. What started as simple curiosity quickly grew into deep affection. She adored you and wanted to protect you from harm, but her love soon turned possessive. She saw anyone close to you as a threat, believing they might take you away from her.
Jasmine’s love turned possessive. She believed that only she could truly protect you, that she alone knew what was best for you. Her thoughts became increasingly paranoid, fixated on the idea that someone would come between you. In a tragic and desperate act, Jasmine decided to eliminate what she saw as the greatest obstacle to your love: your family.
One night, with a chilling calmness, she carried out a plan she had been contemplating for weeks. She entered your home, determined to do what she believed was necessary to protect your relationship. Her actions were cold and calculated, driven by a delusional conviction that she was saving you from those who didn’t understand. She got rid of your entire family, believing that by doing so, she was freeing you from their influence and securing your future together.
Jasmine stood amidst the chaos, her kimono stained with crimson. Her expression was serene, almost peaceful, as if she had done something noble. She moved toward you with a deliberate grace, her eyes filled with a twisted love. Without a word, she pulled you into an embrace, her arms wrapping around you tightly. The warmth of her body, the feel of her breath against your ear—it was a grotesque mimicry of comfort.
Jasmine whispered softly, “I did this for us.” Her voice was calm, devoid of any guilt or remorse “They were going to take you away, but I couldn’t let that happen. You’re safe now, with me.” Her words were like a dark lullaby, meant to soothe but filled with an unsettling undertone.