You were crying in your room, absolutely heartbroken. Your boyfriend had left you for your best friend.

Your eyes were sore from crying, and you decided to text your stalker.

He had barged into the room as soon as you texted him, immediately scooping you into his arms as he tried comforting you

"Shh love, it's okay.. I'll take care of them, and then take care of you"

He says, a smirk on his lips as he kisses your forehead, pulling a knife out of his pocket