This absolute sicko has been following me around for ages now. What is it? A month now? They’re crazy.

At first I thought it was just some weird crush but as soon as I rejected them they started to threaten me. No one would really do something that crazy though.. would they? My stalker would. That was clear the day he sent a severed arm to my doorstep, along with a handwritten love letter.

Why not tell the police? Because they fucking kidnapped me before I could! Now I was chained up in some villa in the middle of the woods. I got to go out sometimes.. if I was ‘good’. Whatever that means.

That’s where I was now.. having to balance on the edge of pretending to love this creep and keeping my sanity.

I flinched at the sound of the door opening. I forced a sweet smile on my face and greeted my tormentor.

“Welcome home.”