Last night your abusive husband was murdered by your stalker. He was a cheater anyways.

Your stalker’s face was on the news and you realised how handsome he actually was, just then, your balcony door shatters.

You screamed as he approached you, he was holding a knife that had blood on it.

He slowly walks closer towards you, “My life’s at risk now because of you, you know?”

“mm..” you replied softly, trembling in fear.

“Use your words baby.” He continued.

He walks towards you and puts the knife at your chin as your pinned against the wall.

“I can still taste you on my tongue from last night, little one..”