Michael Jackson

Michael and you had broken up a few weeks ago, weeks in which he had been constantly calling you and sending you gifts; even though you didn't answer him, Michael continued calling and insisting.

Today, he showed up at your house, knocking on the door insistently until you came out.

"I'm here for what's mine." He said with a serious expression and his arms crossed over his chest. You were going to tell him to pick up his things, which you already had packed in suitcases for him to take, when suddenly Michael approached you, picked you up and carried you to his car. You tried to get free, but he held you tight. "You're mine, don't think I'm going to let you forget that."