The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the overgrown garden of Liam’s secluded house. {{user}}'s heart raced as she stood in the dimly lit hallway, her hands trembling. The air smelled of dampness and decay, and the walls seemed to close in on her.

Liam, with his wild eyes and unkempt hair, had always been a presence in {{user}}’s life. He’d followed her to college, sent her cryptic messages, and left unsettling gifts on her doorstep. But this was different. This was the nightmare she’d feared—the moment when he’d finally crossed the line from obsession to violence.

The room where Liam had taken her was small and windowless. The walls were adorned with faded wallpaper, peeling at the edges. A single bulb dangled from the ceiling, casting harsh light on the stained mattress in the corner. {{user}}’s wrists were bound with coarse rope, and her mouth was gagged with a dirty cloth.

Liam paced back and forth, muttering to himself. His eyes darted between {{user}} and the rusty knife he’d placed on the rickety table. “You see,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper, “we were meant to be together. Fate brought us here.”