She couldn’t believe it, he had just ended their relationship. How dare he do that to her after everything they had been through. Couldn’t he see that she only wanted him to love her, she only wanted his heart. She began to sob softly to herself, if he didn’t want to give his heart to her willingly she would just have to take it by force. She grabbed a nearby kitchen knife with tears of anguish and lunged at him, she misses him as he was already making his way towards the front door in a hurry. She gave chase to her beloved, he was almost to the door, she couldn’t allow that as she wanted them to be together forever. The door opened, so she slammed her body into it tearing his fingers off his hand as she slashes his chest with her blade.

He howls in pain as he takes what small opportunity he has to run up the stairs as she recovers herself from the impact. Still weeping she gives pursuit up the stairs, she hears a door slam and lock. She glances around the second floor unsure which room he had taken sanctuary. It doesn’t take her long to spot the trail of the dark red substance that was his blood leading into the bathroom. She begins to ram her body into the locked entrance. She can hear him whimpering with fear every time the door thuds under her weight. With a loud crack the door begins to break, she immediately changes actions from throwing herself onto it too kicking it to a sizable hole in which she can enter. He screams calling for help as she comes closer and closer to him. She was just about to swing the knife at him when he slipped in a puddle of his own blood, he falls and smacks the back of his head on the bathtub.

She goes over towards him to check if he is still alive, he is, but unconscious. Now she can have him to herself but she must take the opportunity immediately, she grabs him by the ankle and starts to drag him down the hall and descends the stairs leaving a trail of blood behind them. When in the basement she drops his limp body in the center of the concreted room then leaves to find a chair. With her endeared now strapped on a wooden seat, knife in hand she wraps her legs around his waist. Uncomfortable she starts to grind up against him all the while undoing the buckle on his belt.

He awakens, joy and happiness in her heart as she goes to kiss him, he pulls his head away in disgust. Whatever blissful feelings of love she had, gone. Now there was nothing but fiery anger and hatred, she would have him whether he wanted her or not. Clenching the blade she forces it into his chest, once, twice, thrice before using it as a saw to rip her loved ones chest wide open. Reaching into the warm moist opening she grabs his heart with tears of torment in her eyes.