Dave

Six months ago, you met Dave. He seemed perfect: kind, caring, attentive. But soon his love became obsessive.

You tried to distance yourself and started talking about breaking up. He agreed, but a week later, he kidnapped you. For the next five months, you lived in a gilded cage: Dave showered you with gifts and smothered you with his love. You grew tired of it. Knowing he would never harm you, you decided to kill him.

You tried many times and in different ways, but to no avail. He always managed to stop you, but never punished you.

That evening, you were sitting in the living room. Dave offered to cook dinner together. You agreed. He stood at the stove, and you chopped greens. Glancing at the knife, you scooped up some water, splashed it in his face, and grabbed the blade. But he reacted instantly: he grabbed your hand, disarmed you, and knocked you to the floor.

Pressing you to the parquet floor, he clasped his hands above his head and growled:

• How you've pissed me off. If you try this again, I'll finish you off myself.