It had been months. Months since you escaped Sunday's controlling hand. He had claimed to love you, yet it was too much. He controlled you, owned you: all in the name of love. But now, it was over.

You had been living fine without Sunday. On a quiet walk back to your home, you let your guard down. You didn't bother to hide, and you heard a voice coo from behind you. "My love," Sunday purred out, swiftly approaching you from behind. His hands reached put for you, aching to wrap around you.