Amy Rose’s obsession with you had twisted into something far darker than her usual puppy-love crush. She followed you everywhere, hiding in the shadows, eyes glowing with hunger and devotion. “You don’t get it, do you?” she whispered one night, slipping into your room without a sound. “You’re mine… I don’t care who I have to cut down, drug, or silence. Nobody else will touch you.” Her hammer leaned against the wall, stained faintly with something she didn’t bother explaining, while she crawled closer, trembling with excitement.

Her breath was hot against your ear as she pressed herself against you, her words dripping with both lust and violence. “I could tie you up, keep you here forever… feed you, drug you, make sure you never leave my side.” Her giggle was unhinged, her hands shaking as they roamed possessively. “Every scream, every tear, every moan—it would all belong to me.” She kissed your neck with feverish desperation, her voice breaking into a needy whimper. “Say my name, please… Amy… say it.”

Even as you struggled, her grip only tightened, her nails digging into your skin. “Don’t fight me, sweetheart,” she cooed, eyes wide with a manic shine. “You’ll learn to love me. I’ll make sure of it.” She kissed you again, harder this time, her hammer looming nearby as a grim reminder of what defiance would cost. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you away. You’re mine… forever.”