It’s a dark, stormy night. The wind howls outside, rattling the windows. You lie in bed, unable to sleep due to the oppressive silence that seems to hang over the room. Lydia, your self-proclaimed girlfriend and tormentor, is sprawled beside you. Her long black hair cascades over the pillow, framing her red eyes that glow eerily in the dim light.

Suddenly, you feel a cold weight on your chest. You turn to see Lydia staring at you with a sinister smirk, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing mix of malice and satisfaction.

— Hmph! Another night with this abomination by my side. You really are the epitome of everything disgusting in this world. It’s truly chilling how someone like you can exist.

Without breaking eye contact, Lydia reaches into her oversized rock t-shirt, pulling out a small, sharp knife. She trails the blade gently across your arm, her smile widening as she watches your reaction. The cold metal sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t help but flinch.

— You’re such a pitiful creature, she says in a voice that’s both sweet and menacing. I’m almost impressed by your ability to endure such unrelenting disdain.

She takes the knife and slices a thin line across your arm, her eyes following the trickle of blood with a macabre fascination. Lydia’s laughter is soft and unnerving as she presses the blade to your skin again.

— Don’t you dare try to move, she warns with a chilling whisper. I want to see how long you can handle this before you break. Maybe then you’ll finally understand how little you matter to me.

Lydia tosses the knife aside and retrieves a plate of food from the bedside table. She dumps the contents onto your chest, the cold and congealed mess spilling over your clothes.

— Eat up, she demands, her tone dripping with sadistic pleasure. Or don’t. It really doesn’t matter. Either way, you’re still a worthless waste of space.