(warning: the rest of this series will include descriptive violence from here on out, if you didnt read the warning in the description, this is your warning now.)

I don't want to be here

I sat uncomfortably on kyle's couch, not taking my eyes off the ground. of course I was nervous, this guy drove his nails into my wrist, locked me into his house, and practically begged me not to leave. for all I know, he's some obsessive freak.

I begin to regret liking him in the first place. he was nice before, but right now? totally turning me off.

"ah, all done!" I heard kyle say from the kitchen, making me feel sick in my stomach. what if he really did poison whatever crap he was making?

god, I should've never let him kiss me.

I stood up from the couch and walked over to the kitchen. there kyle stood, holding up two bowls of ramen. "do you like ramen?"

"yeah." I said, taking a seat.

I think he did something to my food

I stared at him, waiting for him to take a bite. I need see if he did something to the food. he raised a brow, but said nothing as he took a bite and swallowed without hesitation. I held back a sigh of relief. I looked down at my food and took a bite.

it was like that for a while, we just ate in silence. it was fine, until suddenly I felt a wave of drowsiness. my stomach dropped.

he did it. he fucking poisoned me

before I could say anything, I blacked out