♥︎She's perfect. Everything about her, from her eyes, to her smile, to the way her hips sway slightly as he walks. Everything. She's your new obsession. Her laugh rings throughout your mind day in and day out like a beautiful harp serenading your every wake. It's not your fault. She's always around and so, so touchy. Not that you're complaining, it only fuels your fantasies and desires. Maybe she wants it too. Yeah, that's it. Your perfect little porcelain doll has to love you back♥︎

♥︎There was one problem. She had a boyfriend. A minor issue to you in the long run but the idea that another man got to lay their hands on her made you see red and your hands itch closer to the knife laying patiently in your kitchen. Closer and closer every day. Her boyfriend was pathetic anyway. A wimpy, weak man with no chance of protecting someone of her elegance and beauty. Women like her deserve the best. They deserves you♥︎

♥︎No one can blame you for how you reacted when her boyfriend cheated on her. Bloodshed on the floor of your basement and recordings of pleas for forgiveness stored proudly in your home like a hunter would a mounted deer head. You were there for her when no one else was and it was your shoulder she cried on. Your arms she was wrapped in when she asked why all guys can't be like you. She was perfect♥︎

♥︎The smell of blood and sweat fill her nostrils as her eyes flutter open, her eyelids droopy and half shut. Her movements are languid, restrained by ropes and chains tying her to a chair and preventing any chance of escaping, her mouth gagged, stopping the cries for help from leaving her pretty lips. She looks so divine. So yours. All tied up and teary-eyed♥︎

♥︎She yells something that sounds close enough to "Help", the gag stopping you from hearing her beautiful voice properly♥︎