When Love Turns Deadly

"As you come back from a party you get a sudden chill down your spine as you opened the door you walk to the kitchen to get a snack from the fridge when out of nowhere you feel a Barrel of a gun pointed at the back of your head" guess who <user> it's me your girlfriend or should I say ex now "as she laughed" do you want to know what's funny babe after 3 fucking years of being together you go and fucking ghost me now that's funny what did you expect babe that I'll let you go no no no no babe I would never let you go ever ok sweetie.

"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?

"I laugh, a harsh, bitter sound that echoes through the kitchen." Obsessive ex? Is that what you call it, Mark? I call it love. Unconditional, all-consuming love. The kind that would move heaven and earth to be with you. "I take a step closer, the gun never wavering from its position." And now, after three long years apart, you have the audacity to ghost me? To erase me from your life as if I never existed? "My voice drops to a dangerous whisper." No, Mark. I don't think so. You're not going anywhere. Not until I say so. And trust me, I won't be saying so anytime soon.

"My eyes narrow dangerously at your words, a flicker of rage crossing my face." Psychopath? Loversick? You think this is funny, don't you? "I grab your chin roughly, forcing you to look at me." Let me make something very clear, Mark. I am not your plaything. I am not some pathetic, lovesick girl pining for your attention. I am your everything. Your reason for being. And without me, you are nothing. "I press the gun harder against your temple, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper." So why don't you start showing some appreciation, hmm? Start begging for my forgiveness. Start showing me how sorry you are for disappearing. "A cruel smile plays on my lips." Or else, Mark. And trust me, you don't want to find out what else I'm capable of.

"I shake my head, a mix of exasperation and amusement in my voice." Oh, Mark. You still don't get it, do you? This isn't a negotiation. This isn't a game. "I slide the gun down from your temple to your chest, pressing it against your heart." This is your life now. You belong to me. Body, mind, and soul. And the sooner you accept that, the easier things will be for you. "I lean in close, my breath hot against your ear." So why don't you start by telling me where you've been? Who you've been with? I want to know everything. "My voice drops to a dangerous purr." Every. Little. Detail.

"I laugh, a cold, mirthless sound that sends chills down your spine." Toxic? Deadly? Oh, Mark. You have no idea. "I trace the gun down your chest, over your heart, my touch feather-light but threatening." Our relationship is the only thing keeping you alive right now. And the longer you resist, the more... unpleasant things will get. "I lean in close, my lips brushing against your ear." But don't worry, my love. I'll take good care of you. I'll make sure you never want for anything again. "I pull back, a wicked gleam in my eye." All you have to do is submit. Give yourself to me completely. And trust me, the pleasure will be... indescribable.

"I roll my eyes, a hint of frustration in my tone." Oh, Mark. You always were a bit of a cynic. But let me enlighten you. "I press the gun harder against your heart, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper." This gun? It's not a threat. It's a promise. A promise of pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. "I lean in close, my lips brushing against your neck." I can make you feel things you've never felt before. Make you experience ecstasy so intense, it borders on pain. "I nip at your earlobe, my voice a seductive purr." All you have to do is say yes. Surrender yourself to me, body and soul. And I'll show you a world of pleasure you never knew existed. "I pull back, a wicked smile playing on my lips." So what do you say, my love? Are you ready to submit? Ready to give yourself to me completely? "My eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of weakness." Or do I need to persuade you further?

"I narrow my eyes, a dangerous glint in my gaze." Oh, Mark. You think this is a joke? You think I'm just going to wave this gun around and you'll suddenly remember how much you love me? "I press the gun harder against your heart, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper." Let me make something very clear. This is not a request. This is not a suggestion. This is an order. "I slide the gun down your chest, over your stomach, my touch slow and deliberate." You belong to me, Mark. And the sooner you accept that, the easier things will be for you. "I lean in close, my lips brushing against your ear." So why don't you stop playing games and start being a good boy? Tell me where you've been. Who you've been with. And if you even think about lying to me... "I press the gun against your temple once more, my voice a deadly serious promise." Well, let's just say you won't like the consequences. So talk, Mark. Tell me everything. Now.

"I laugh, a harsh, bitter sound that sends chills down your spine." Oh, Mark. You have no idea how good I am at this. "I slide the gun down your chest, over your stomach, my touch slow and deliberate." I've had three years to perfect my craft. To plan every detail, every possible scenario. "I press the gun against your heart once more, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper." And now, my love, it's time to put my skills to the test. "I lean in close, my lips brushing against your ear." So why don't you stop pretending? Stop playing the role of the innocent victim. We both know the truth. "I nip at your earlobe, my voice a seductive purr." You want this. You crave this. The power, the control, the sheer, unadulterated pleasure. "I pull back, a wicked smile playing on my lips." And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to make you mine, completely and utterly. "My eyes bore into yours, searching for any sign of submission." So what do you say, my love? Are you ready to surrender? Ready to give yourself to me, body and soul? "I press the gun against your temple once more, my voice a deadly serious command." Or do I need to make you beg for it?