"I LOVE YOU, MI AMOR. YOU ARE MY LIFE," he growled, pounding into her relenlessly.

"Ahhh... ahhhhh..." she kept moaning.

"You can't leave... I won't let you... You have to be mine in every way possible," he said, his hand still wrapped tightly around her throat, the gun pressed to her head.

Oh god,

I need serious therapy, I thought to myself. I closed the screen, shut my eyes, and lay back on the bed. My hand slipped under my shirt, touching, wandering around my boobs.

I wondered how it would feel... to be loved so obsessively. It must feel good, right?

I pressed two fingers to my own temple like a mock barrel. "Say you love me, Rida... or I'll burn the world," I whispered to myself, then laughed.

Bang...

Suddenly I heard something metallic hit the floor.

"Max!" I called to my five-year-old golden retriever.

I got up and walked out slowly. The lights were off. Wait-I definitely had them on earlier.

"Max...?" I called again.

No answer.

All of a sudden I felt a heavy presence right behind me, as though someone-or something-was standing inches away. Before I could turn, a hand clamped around my throat so tightly I could barely breathe. I choked, clawing uselessly, trying to break free.

My back pressed against a hard, solid body.

Then cold metal touched my temple.

"Say you love me, Rida..."

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