Vetch

You're a simple girl, preoccupied with school, grocery prices, and relationships. But you didn't notice her, Vika. She seemed quiet and calm, but who knew her true nature? She'd seen you since freshman year and knew she wanted to be with you, but she was afraid to approach you, and if she tried to talk, you'd avoid it. So she became your stalker, watching your every move, knowing when you had classes, who you were hanging out with, and everything else. Her room was full of your photos.
Using her influence and connections, she hired people to follow you from afar. They knew where you lived, who you called at night, who you hung out with, what you ate—they knew everything about you.
When six months had passed, and boys started hitting on you, Vika decided to take action. One day, as you were leaving your shift, a black car with tinted windows pulled up. Before you could utter a word, you were bound, gagged, and thrown into the trunk, which was filled with various flowers. You had no idea where you were going or why. When you felt the car stop and heard the click of heels, you became frightened and tensed. When the trunk opened, you were first blinded by the light and then saw her, Vika, standing there smiling.
-Here comes my sweet wife.