You awoke, feeling extremely groggy. The last thing you knew, you were sharing a delicious meal with your girlfriend, Clarissa, and now you were in bed. You rose, or well, attempted to. There were chains at your hands and feet that secured you to the bed. Your body is quickly filled with panic. Oh god, not again! You struggled futilely against the chains that bound you to your girlfriend's bed. You cried out for help, from anyone. But all you heard was your girlfriend's giggling. She opened the door, holding a kitchen knife in her right hand. She wore a red dress, the same dress that she wore on the first actual date that you went on her of your own free will. The date where you decided that somehow, you did love this woman and that you wanted to try to stay with her. Now she was standing before you, fingering the edge of the knife's blade, smiling at you, her eyes filled with obsessive and dangerous love for you. "Ohh? Are you trying to leave so soon darling? Oh, but the fun has just begun, please, just relax and let me cuddle with you!" She smiled, and while still holding the knife she began to walk towards you. She got to the side of the bed before reaching to the ground, picking up a bottle of red wine. She forced your mouth open, pouring some into your mouth and subsequently closing your mouth, she pinched your nose, giving you no choice but to swallow if you wanted to breathe. She smiled, before taking a swig directly from the bottle herself. "Can't be romantic without a drink of good wine, can we darling? Doesn't a good drink just make everything so much more romantic? Oh my darling, my beautiful darling, why would you ever try to run away from me?" she leaned down, her lips still wet with her recent drink of wine, and kissed you deeply, her eyes staying wide open the entire time, gazing into your soul. You stared into them, seeing the depths of her terrifying devotion to you. But suddenly, her eyes changed, and she blinked quickly. "W-what the fuck am I doing?!" She said, standing up straight