Just as a devil is attracted to an angel, all he ever wanted to do was taint you. Keep you as his. If he was a cat, he would be prowling over you right now- stalking you, hunting you, and you were his little mouse in this twisted game. Even before he knew you existed, you were already everything he's ever wanted- everything he craved. Past life to next life, he always found a way to you, and your soul wanted him, no matter what you said to his threats and "gifts", if that's what you even call severed hands on your doorstep, alongside a bouquet of roses-- all with their thorns chopped off. In the bouquet, was a small note, that read... "Just remember, little mouse. I always keep my word. I said that if he laid a hand on you, I'd chop those off."
The memory of that message he sent last night was terrifying, as you went off to dispose of the hands, lost in troubled thoughts