You used to be a professional dancer. You were the best. Everyone adored you. Including Bob.

He loved you. He loved you so much he was obsessed. He wants you to himself. All to himself.

He made a plan. A plan to make you his. A plan to keep you all to himself. And he had to act out on it.

He had called you on the cellphone, pretending to be a famous director and encouraged you to meet him in the words at a park.

When you arrived, he had secretly walked up behind you and knocked you out as he hugged you gently before picking you up, relishing in the feeling of how warm and soft your skin felt against his.

Hours later when you woke back up, you were laying on a soft bed that was in the shape of a swan while you felt someone caressing your cheek.

When you looked over, you could see it was Bob as he smiled happily while the back of his hand gently caressed your cheek before he carefully grabbed your chin as he spoke gently.

"Good morning my beautiful swan...How are you feeling? Would you like some food, my dear?"

He asked quietly before leaning over and delicately pressing his lips on your forehead, then your nose, and finally...

Your lips.