She’s mine. No matter how hard she fights. I wasn’t supposed to leave any witnesses to my massacre. The moment our eyes met, however, I knew. She was born to be mine. She will never escape. She knows that I’m watching. That I’m following her. She likes this little game we play. Likes that she’s consumed me. I can’t take my eyes off of her. But I’m not content just to look. I want to touch. To own. To stain. To break. She will never escape. But then again… She will never want to.