Your point of view

Stitched you up,
Put you together with cotton and feather,
Gave you love,
Put my heart inside you,
Oh what could I do?
The alarm clock on you phone went off it was time for you to get ready to eat breakfast with your boyfriend, Eric Cartman.
You had to admit that he could be pretty mean sometimes, but he always was nice to you though he could be the jealous type. Like that one time you sat with your best friend Tweek at lunch and Cartman wouldn't talk to you for a week even though he knew you and Tweek had been best friends since first grade.
I really have changed Eric though. He's just more of a nicer considerate person, and I'm credited with the change, you thought.
Eric's point of view

I really have as surprise for (Y/N).
She won't even see it coming, I mean how would she expect that I, her loving, boyfriend would kidnap her. It's  our two year anniversary and I just can't pull off this fake nice personality anymore.
Your point of view

When you started talking in your sleep saying things you'd do to me,
I didn't care I wasn't scared,
Now I'm finding knives under the sheets,
Crumbled photographs of me,
I'm in despair.
Should I be scared?
The music played. Finally you decided on wearing a (F/C) flannel shirt with a black tank top underneath, ripped jeans, and (F/C) converse.
**
The two of you sat on the couch watching Terrance and Phillip.
"Eric, are you okay? You seem extremely distant. Even for you," you whispered half afraid. You'd been together for two years, surely he'd tell you if he was cheating on you or didn't feel a spark anymore, right?
"Everything will be fine babe," he muttered.
Will be! You thought. What could will be possibly mean? He's probably cheating and doesn't know how to say it...SHIT!
"What do you mean by 'will be' sweetheart?"
"Oh, you'll see, (Y/N). You'll see."
Now he's really starting to scare me, you thought.
**
Now your back,
It's so terrifying,
How you paralyze me.
Now your showing up inside my home,
Breathing deep into the phone.
I'm so unprepared.
I'm f***ing scared.
You didn't remember falling asleep. You also didn't remember having a blind fold over your face, or the feeling of ropes restraining you to a chair.
"Hey, look who finally woke up," a familiar voice said. It was Cartman's! Your beloved boyfriend tied you up and blind folded you."If I promise to take the blind fold of you, do you promise to be a good girl?"
You violently nodded your head yes.
He untied it causing bright light to flood your vision. When your eyes finally adjusted you realized that you were in his basement. You also noticed another thing, the air reeked of blood. You turned your head to see a horrific sight, your three best friend dismembered and covered in their own blood. You sat there and starred in utter shock at the bodies of Tweek, Wendy, and Red.
"Why?" You sobbed," Why?!"
"Because I love you (Y/N), and I'm tired of having to share you with them. But hey, if your a good girl you'll get to live. And if not, well you'll definitely have a fate worse than theirs," he said grinning like the madman he truly was.
"I guess you're all mine now," he whispered before kissing you.