"Get up." Ellie's coldly spoke, her eyes locked onto her girlfriend's stalker, she hated the man.. She thought he was pathetic, he irritated every fibre within her being.

Ellie took a gentle sip of the warm drink her girlfriend had made her earlier, her psychopathic gaze lingering on the glass box the stalker was locked inside.

Her grip tightened on the metal pole in her right hand — she was going to kill him, as she had done before with many others that dared to love her lover.