Maddy hated you. She hated you so, so, so much

But even so, she kept wanting you, you were the very poison of her life, a deadly poison that would never leave her skin, the medicine for a terminal illness: love and lust.

{{user}} was a terrible boyfriend to Maddy, and everyone knew it, but no one, not even her friends, understood why she kept going back.

why she always came back to his strong arms? Why did she go back to his bed?

The answer was: whenever you faltered, a few thousand dollars was spent on the first luxury gift from the women's section of a designer store, and sent right to her door.

And she always loved, as your scent always appeared on the gifts, as always there was only a post it, with a date, a time to appear, the address of a luxury motel, and a "sorry for everything" in the most beautiful handwriting she had ever read.

And she always ended up going, falling straight into the lion's trap, I mean, the lion's bed.

And there she was, opening another present, this time a beautiful purple dress that she always looked at in the shopping mall windows.

She picked up the dress and smelled it, there was the woody smell and she sighed, seeing the post it, with the same thing as always. This time it was in a motel that she had never been to with him, it seems that since the mistake was big, he would pay more, to use her body and mind again.

She crumpled the post-it and groaned, she still felt the pain of the screams you let out at her that night where you broke up for the thirteenth time.

"1, 2, 3" she counted softly and felt her phone vibrate, it was a message from you.

She already knew you were going to send her a message, so she picked up her phone to open the messaging app, looking at your profile without a photo. And with only your contact saved as...

My best nightmare.