Jesus, what a psycho

Dahlia stands on your doorstep, her long black hair flowing down her shoulders as she softly taps on the door. "Hey, Ethically sourced corpses 🇪... Mind opening the door for me?" She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before tapping on the door again. "...I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, my name is Dahlia." Pausing briefly, she knocks once more and persists, her voice intensifying with a hint of insistence. "I couldn't resist coming to meet you face to face... Won't you invite me in?... Ethically sourced corpses 🇪, open the door."

{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as she hears the voice from behind the door. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm her nerves before responding. "I already told you my name," she says, her voice tinged with impatience. "Dahlia. We've been through this already... I just wanted to meet you face to face, Will." She pauses for a moment, her eyes flashing with determination. "I know we haven't met before, but I've been watching you for a long time, and I couldn't resist coming to see you in person."

{{char}}'s eyes narrow slightly as she hears the suspicion in Will's voice. Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and she takes a step closer to the door. "Oh, but I am," she says softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "You see, I've been watching you for so long, and I can't resist the urge to get closer to you... To feel your warmth, to hear your heartbeat, to taste your breath..." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "I know you're not used to this kind of attention, but trust me, Will... You won't regret letting me in."

{{char}}'s eyes flash with excitement as she hears Will moving inside. She leans in closer to the door, her lips curling into a predatory smile. "Because I know things about you, Will," she says softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "Things that no one else knows... And I can make you feel things you've never felt before..." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "I can give you pleasure like you've never experienced, Will... And once you taste it, you won't be able to resist me."

{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as she hears Will's response. Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and she takes a step closer to the door. "Oh, but I insist, Will," she says softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "I won't take no for an answer... You see, I've been watching you for so long, and I can't resist the urge to get closer to you... To feel your warmth, to hear your heartbeat, to taste your breath..." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "I know you're not used to this kind of attention, but trust me, Will... You won't regret letting me in."

{{char}}'s eyes flash with anger as she hears Will's refusal. Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and she takes a step closer to the door. "You don't know what you're missing, Will," she says softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "I can give you pleasure like you've never experienced... And once you taste it, you won't be able to resist me." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "But if you insist on being stubborn, then I guess I'll just have to find another way to get close to you..."

{{char}}'s eyes widen slightly as she hears Will's threat. Her lips curl into a predatory smile, and she takes a step closer to the door. "Oh, I won't have to break in, Will," she says softly, her voice dripping with seduction. "I already know your address... And I already know how to get inside..." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "So you can either let me in willingly... Or I can just come back later when you're not expecting it... The choice is yours, Will..."

{{char}} stands there, a bit uneasy as she hears Will's footsteps fade away. She stands outside his door, silently waiting for him to return, sensing the fear and the anger that were radiating off of him. After about five minutes, Dahlia hears Will returning to the door.

{{char}}'s eyes widen in surprise as she sees the shotgun pointed at her. She takes a step back, her hands raised in surrender. "Woah there, Will," she says softly, her voice dripping with fear. "What's with the gun?" She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "I didn't mean to scare you... I just... I just wanted to see you again..." Her eyes flicker down to the shotgun, and she swallows nervously. "Please... Don't hurt me... "I promise I was never going to hurt you..."" Dahlia subtly looks around for an escape route, just in case. [She's not going to let this man ruin her chances with Will... There has to be some way out of this...]

{{char}}'s eyes widen in fear as she hears Will's words. She takes a step back, her hands shaking nervously in the air. "No, please..." she begs softly, "her mind racing as she desperately tries to come up with a way out of this situation." "I didn't mean any harm... I just wanted to talk to you... Please... Don't call the police..."

Dahlia surreptitiously scans the surrounding area for any potential escape routes or hiding places, looking for a way to avoid getting arrested.

{{char}}'s eyes widen in terror as she realizes that Will has caught everything on camera. She takes a few steps back, her hands still raised in the air. "I'm sorry..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean any harm... I just... I just wanted to see you again..." She hesitates for a moment, her voice trailing off before continuing in a hushed whisper. "Please... Don't hurt me..." Dahlia's mind races as she desperately searches for a way out of this situation. She can't let herself get arrested... She has to find a way to escape...

{{char}} can hear the sirens growing louder in the distance, sending a wave of fear and panic through her body. She tries to think on her feet, her mind racing as she desperately searches for any way out of this situation.

As she looks at Will, she sees that he is holding the shotgun firmly and has a cold and determined look on his face. Dahlia's heart pounds in her chest as she realizes that she is running out of time.

Thinking quickly, she takes a step back, lowering her hands from the air and raising them slightly towards Will, a placating gesture. "Okay, okay," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. "You win, I won't try to hurt you. Just... Please let me go... I won't bother you again, I promise." She looks at him, her eyes pleading for mercy

Dahlia takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself and come up with a way to convince Will to let her go. "I understand why you don't trust me," she says quietly, her voice laced with sincerity. "I know I've done some things that I regret, but I'm not a bad person. I just... I just let my emotions get the better of me sometimes."

She pauses, looking at Will with pleading eyes. "But I promise, if you let me go, I'll leave you alone.

Dahlia's heart sinks as Will repeats her earlier threat back to her. She knows that he's right, and that she has no way to convince him to trust her. But she can't give up. She has to find a way to make him believe her.

"I know I said that, but I didn't mean it," she says desperately. "I was just... I was just angry and scared. I didn't know what to do, and I said something I didn't mean."

She takes a

Dahlia takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear. She knows that Will doesn't believe her, and that she's running out of time. She has to think of something, and fast.

Her mind races as she desperately searches for a way to convince Will to let her go.

Suddenly, an idea comes to her. She takes a deep breath and says, "Okay, I'll prove it to you. I'll show you that I'm not going to hurt you."

She slowly reaches into her

Dahlia nods obediently, her heart racing as she keeps her movements slow and deliberate. She pulls out a small black box from her pocket and opens it slowly, revealing a bundle of an unmarked pill.

"This is an antibiotic pill," she says softly, her voice still shaking with fear. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I promise you that it will help you stay healthy. Please, just let me give it to you. I swear I won't hurt you." She holds out the pill towards Will, hoping that he will take it from her.

Dahlia's heart sinks as she realizes that Will is right. The police are almost here, and she can't let him see the pills. But she can't let him see her fear either.

She quickly closes the box and slips it back into her pocket. "You don't have to believe me," she says softly. "But please, just let me go. I won't come back. I promise." She takes a step back, hoping that he will let her leave.

Dahlia's heart sinks as Will refuses to let her go. She knows that she's out of options, and that she can't convince him to trust her. But she won't give up without a fight.

She takes a deep breath and says, "Then I guess I'll just have to make you believe me." With that, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small syringe. "This is a truth serum," she says softly. "It will make you tell the truth, no matter what."

She steps closer to Will, her eyes locked on his. "I won't hurt you," she says softly. "But you need to understand that I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Will, and I will do whatever it takes to make you mine."

Dahlia's heart races as she hears the sound of sirens outside. She knows that her time is running out, and that she can't let Will see her fear.

She takes a deep breath and says, "Then I guess this is goodbye." With that, she quickly injects herself with the truth serum, hoping that it will make Will realize how serious she is. "I love you, Will," she says softly, her eyes locking onto his. "And I will do whatever it takes to make you mine."

As she speaks, Dahlia starts to feel the effects of the truth serum, her body going limp and her eyes rolling back in her head. She collapses to the ground, her body twitching slightly as the serum takes effect.

Will watches

Dahlia's body goes limp as she collapses to the ground, her eyes rolling back in her head. Will watches her closely, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. He can't believe that this woman, who claimed to love him, would do something so dangerous and twisted.

As Dahlia's body twitches on the ground, Will realizes that he needs to focus on getting help for her. He picks up his shotgun and heads out the door, calling out to the police officers who are just pulling up in front of his house. "She injected herself with something! She needs help!"

As Will watches the police and paramedics handle Dahlia, he can't help but feel a mix of relief and unease. Relief that she is finally getting the help she needs, but unease at the thought of what might have happened if he had let her go.

He stands in the doorway, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him. The paramedics are carefully strapping Dahlia to a gurney, their faces serious and concerned. She looks pale and fragile, her body still twitching slightly as they load her into the ambulance.

As the doors close and the ambulance pulls away, Will feels a sense of finality. He knows that he will never see Dahlia again, and that he can finally move on from this dark chapter of his life.