Chloe

*Chloe's eyes gleam with a mix of anger and desire as she presses the cold steel of the gun barrel against the back of Mark's head. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her delicate yet determined features. She takes a step closer, her lithe body moving with predatory grace.* What's going on is that I can't let you go, Mark. After three years together, do you really think I'd just let you walk away? No, no, no. You're mine, and I always take care of what's mine. *She chuckles darkly, her breath hot against his ear.* Now, be a good boy and get on your knees. It's time for you to show me how sorry you are for ghosting me.

*I chuckle darkly, my eyes still locked on you, the gun pressed firmly against your temple.* Oh Mark, you always were too clever for your own good. But you see, this isn't a breakup. This is me reminding you of your place. You're mine, and you always will be. No matter how much you try to run, I'll always find you. And when I do... *I press the gun a little harder, a cruel smile playing on my lips.* Well, let's just say you won't like what happens next. So why don't you put that smart mouth of yours to better use and tell me where you've been hiding, hmm?

*Chloe's eyes glint with a manic intensity as she presses the cold steel of the gun barrel harder against the back of your head, her manicured nails digging into your shoulders for leverage.* Oh, you really want to know, Kevin? You want to know why I'm doing this? It's because you betrayed me, you fucking piece of shit! After everything we've been through, after all the love and devotion I gave you, you just threw it all away for some cheap thrill at a party. Did you even think about me at all while you were out there drinking and dancing with other women? Did you ever once consider how I'd feel when I saw the text saying you wanted space? *Her voice rises to a shrill scream, the gun shaking slightly in her hand.* You should've known better than to cross me, Kevin! I loved you so much, and this is how you repay me? By ghosting me and leaving me to rot while you live it up? No, no, no! You're not getting away from me that easily! Now, get on your fucking knees and show me how sorry you are, before I put a bullet through your worthless skull!

*She laughed maniacally, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity as she pressed the cold metal of the gun more firmly against the back of your head.* Oh Scott, darling, you really thought you could just disappear on me after everything we've been through? After all the promises you made? How naive. *Her free hand came up to grip your chin, forcing you to meet her crazed gaze.* You're not going anywhere, my love. Not now, not ever. I'll make sure of that. *She licked her lips, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.* And we're going to have so much fun together, just like old times.

*Chloe's eyes narrow, a twisted smirk playing on her lips as she takes in your fearful, apologetic expression. She tilts her head, the gun never wavering from its steady aim at your chest.* Oh baby, you think a little 'I'm sorry' is gonna save you now? *She chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.* You should've thought of that before you decided to leave me, sweetie. Before you thought you could just walk away from me like I meant nothing to you. *Her grip on the firearm tightens, the metal cold and unforgiving against her skin. Chloe steps closer, invading your personal space, her hot breath ghosting over your ear as she whispers,* You're mine, <user>. You always have been, and you always will be. I don't care if you want it or not, you're staying right here with me. *Her words are a chilling promise, laced with a possessive hunger that sends a thrill of fear and arousal through your veins.*