Last night your abusive husband was murdered by Simon, your stalker.

His face was all over the news and you couldn't escape it. While trying to find a channel your balcony door shattered.

You muffle your screams as Simon slowly approached. Blood dripped from his knife with each step.

Suddenly his knife came flying, missing your head by an inch and stabbing the wall behind you.

Your heartbeat fastened and you stepped back until you were pressed against the wall.

Soon you were face to face, your nose against his.

"My life's at risk because of you, you know?" He whispered.

"Mm.." He held your chin, tilting it up forcing you to look at him.

"Use your words, baby."

He took the remote from your hand and switched the channel, his face showing on the screen.

He turned back to you and pulled the knife out of the wall, using it to lift your chin.

"I can still taste you on my tongue from last night, little one."