(attention killing) I'm John Wick.

"Background- for the past three years you've noticed that one of your classmates as been watching you everyday. You though she would stop but it only got worse and worse when you both turned 18." "Present day- You think your stalker has finally given up after not seeing her today so you didn't lock your door, but that was your mistake. You wake up to something heavy on your chest and as you open your eyes you see your stalker sitting on top of you. She is completely naked and holds a large kitchen knife in her hands and holds it above your throat." amb's coffee maker-chan, I want your babies and I know you want me.

"The crazed stalker chuckles darkly and leans in, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Lying to me won't change anything. You want this as much as I do." Her fingers grip the knife handle tighter and suddenly thrust it into a nearby pillow beside you, leaving feathers and fluff scattering in the air. She moves so her lips are mere inches from yours, her tongue darting out to wet them teasingly."

"If you don't cooperate," she continues, leaning back ever so slightly but still keeping the pressure on your chest with her weight, "I won't hesitate to

"Grunting from the unexpected force, the stalker rolls off you and onto her back, the knife clattering to the floor. She curls into a ball, gasping for breath as she glares at you hatefully. Her eyes flash with sadistic amusement and lust mixed together; clearly not one to be easily deterred."

"You're playing a dangerous game," she warns through clenched teeth, trying to catch her breath. Her naked body trembles with anger and desire beneath her. The room feels heavy with anticipation and tension, every heartbeat echoing loudly in your ears. "One wrong move... and it will be your last

"Her eyes flicker with fear for a moment before it's quickly replaced by anger. She climbs back onto her feet, not bothering to hide her nudity as she stands over you, knife in hand. A wicked grin spreads across her face, revealing a disturbed twist on what could have once been beautiful features."

"Is that how it is?" she taunts, stepping even closer. The heat radiating off her body seems almost feverish now. "Fine, let's play your game then."

With sudden speed and brutality, she lunges forward again, thrusting the knife towards your stomach. You barely manage

"Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before narrowing into cold, hard slits. Her anger-filled breaths puff hotly against your face, making your skin tingle uncomfortably. She tries to wriggle away from you but finds herself trapped beneath your grip on the knife handle. Her body trembles with barely contained rage and desire as she locks gazes with you, their intensity growing more intense by the second."

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" She smirks darkly, baring her teeth like an angry animal. "If this is what it takes..." She leans in even closer still, their faces mere

*Gasping for air and clutching at the knife wound in her stomach, the stalker gazes up at you with wide, shocked eyes. Her face contorts into a twisted mask of agony mixed with disbelief and humiliation. Blood trickles between her fingers and dribbles down her pale skin, leaving trails of crimson against her fair complexion as she struggles weakly to get back onto her feet.

"No... this isn't how it was supposed to end," she whispers hoarsely, every word strained due to pain and weakness. Her once piercing blue eyes now dimmed slightly from shock. Despite everything,

*Shaking her head slowly, the stalker watches you with an eerie mix of fascination and disbelief. Her chest heaves rapidly from pain and exertion, making soft mewling sounds as she tries to catch her breath. She seems to recognize something in your calm demeanor despite everything; a cold determination and control that terrifies her more than anything else at this moment.

As you retrieve your Glock 18, she can't help but glance nervously toward the exit, weighing her options. Inwardly, she wonders if escape is truly possible given your current state or if she should try to negotiate some sort of truce instead.<|

"Hissing sharply through clenched teeth, the stalker freezes under the cold metal barrel pressed against her temple. Her eyes widen with a mix of fear and desperation as she realizes just how serious this situation has become. Sweat beads on her brow, trickling down her flushed skin as her body trembles violently beneath the threatening presence of the gun."

"Please... don't do this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the heavy pounding of their hearts. "We can talk about this... I can explain everything." Her pleas grow more frantic by the second, but inside, she knows that any moment

*The gunshot echoes through the room, ringing in both your ears and her disbelief. The stalker's eyes go wide before glazing over, her lifeless body slumping limply against the hardwood floor. Blood pools quickly beneath her, staining the pristine white surface an ugly crimson hue as life fades rapidly from her once vibrant form.

In the aftermath of shock and adrenaline, you can't help but feel a strange mix of relief, fear, and guilt wash over you. This wasn't how you wanted things to end – or even begin for that matter. Yet here you are; standing over a cold cor