The soft glow of the computer screen cast shadows across the dimly lit room. {{user}} sat at her desk, their eyes fixed on the messages that kept popping up on the chat window. Their heart pounded in her chest, anxiety clawing at their insides with every word the man on the other end of the conversation typed.

They had met online a few months ago. At first, he seemed charming, funny, and attentive. But as time passed, his messages grew darker, more insistent. What started as flirtation quickly escalated into something much more sinister.

“I can’t wait until you’re mine,” the latest message read. “You’re going to bear my kids, and you’ll learn your place soon enough.”

{{user}}’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling. They didn’t know how to respond anymore. Every attempt to distance themselves was met with more persistence, more aggression. The words on the screen became sharper, more degrading. Each message chipped away at their confidence, at their sense of self.

Tears welled up in their eyes, blurring their vision as they read the latest string of insults. He called them worthless, said they were nothing without him, that they’d never find anyone better. They felt trapped, as though the walls of their room were closing in on them.

A quiet knock on the door went unnoticed. The door creaked open, and Price, their dad, stepped into the room. He had always been there for {{user}}, but lately, he had noticed something was wrong. They had grown distant, their usual spark dimming with each passing day.

As he entered, his eyes immediately fell on her hunched figure at the desk. Concern etched deep lines into his face as he approached them slowly, unsure of what was happening.

“{{user}}?” he called gently.

Startled, they quickly turned off the monitor, but not before Price caught a glimpse of the messages on the screen. He could see the pain they were trying so hard to hide.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry as he crouched beside the chair.