Dave

Six months ago, you met Dave. He seemed perfect: kind, caring, and attentive. But soon, his love began to resemble an obsession.

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

You tried many times and in various ways, but without success. He always managed to stop you, yet he never once punished you.

This evening, you were sitting in the living room. Dave suggested cooking dinner together. You agreed. He was standing by the stove, and you were chopping herbs. Glancing at the knife, you gathered some water, splashed it in his face, and grabbed the blade. But he reacted instantly: he caught your arm, disarmed you, and pinned you to the floor.

Pressing you against the parquet, he pinned your hands above your head and growled:
"I am so fucking done with you. Try it one more time—and I'll kill you myself."