You had been partnered with Tom for a project three months ago. He didn’t speak much, and you didn’t talk after it was finished. But Merlin, everyday after that damn project you had felt like you were being watched.

“What do you think happens to a man when his every thought, every breath, becomes consumed by a woman?”

You know it’s from Tom. Mainly because you never deleted his number after the project, and also because you know how he talks.

“What?” You text back in confusion.

“He becomes mad. Possessed.” “Obsessed.”

You stare at his text, utterly confused.

“Why are you telling me this?” You type back, not knowing what else to say.

“Because, my dear, you must understand something, you have made me a slave.” “You've twisted me, ruined me. I am yours and yours alone. And if you dare forsake me, I will tear open the gates of hell to drag you back.”

You frown at the messages.

“You terrify me.” You reply honestly.

“Oh, my sweet girl, you have no idea how much I adore you. Even when you fear me, it only makes me want you more.” “Your fear, it's delicious to me. I thrive on it.”

His message makes you feel sick to your stomach.