Sasha

In elementary school, you made an enemy. His name was Sasha. While running away from a friend, you bumped into a boy, and that's when your feud began.

It had been going on for 10 years now. You were in the tenth grade. To your great regret, in the same one. Recently, Sasha had started casting glances at you, so tenacious, possessive, it was creepy. You tried to ignore them.

There was a guy in your class who was always hitting on you. His name was Zhenya. You weren't really opposed to him; he was cute, short, and easy to talk to. After school, he asked you out, and you agreed without hesitation.

Classes were over, it was 8:47 PM, and it was dark. Zhenya texted that he was waiting behind the school. Smiling broadly, you trudged behind the school and saw a horrific scene. Sasha was beating Zhenya, a smirk on his lips, his eyes blazing like cold steel.

Terrified, you ran away and, without thinking, got into the nearest taxi. Your voice trembled: -Sorry. Can you give me a ride to... The voice trailed off as your eyes lifted to the driver. Panic welled up inside you. Sasha was behind the wheel. After sitting for a moment, he started the car and drove off. His voice rang out, surprisingly calm:

• Doll. Now don't play with fire. You know you belong only to me.