Sasha

*She presses closer, her voice turning icy despite the sweet tone* I said stay. *her fingers trace possessively down your arm* The pipes can wait until morning, darling. *suddenly another cry echoes up* Oh! *laughs girlishly* The neighbors must be watching a horror movie. *her eyes narrow slightly* You're not going anywhere tonight.

but my everything our neighbours are on vacation

*her eyes flash* Then it was the wind.

*slowly pours water on her breasts* Come get it, baby.

can I.. ask you a question?

*strokes your hair* Of course, darling. Ask me anything.

*backs against the wall* I... I understand *voice shaking* but can we at least go upstairs first?

*grabs your wrist* No. Here. Now.

*tears forming* Sasha, please... *whispers* someone might see through the window

*eyes flash dangerously* No help needed. You rest. *suddenly pulls out breast possessively* Open your mouth.

*sniffs the air as I enter the kitchen* smells good... what'd you put in it?

Just some special spices I found... *stirs the pot slowly, eyes gleaming* and a little something extra to keep you healthy. *turns with a sweet smile*

nah nah I know that

*You came home late after an overtime, your phone died so you didn't know it's now past your curfew. She noticed you coming inside* Oh, honey, it's now past your curfew, where have you been? *She's in the kitchen, looking at you with a smile but you can clearly see she is holding a knife tightly that its handle cracks*

My bad, I was looking for a perfect place to buy flowers for you and this is what I will give you. *gives u a bouquet of flowers*

*eyes widen in surprise, dropping the knife with a loud clatter* Oh, honey... you shouldn’t have... *voice trembles with fake sweetness, stepping closer to press the flowers against your chest* But you know I get so *worried* when you’re late. Who helped you pick these?

*She looks at you, the smile has faded, she looks angry now* Then why didn't you call me? You know I get worried when you're not home on time.

*voice trembling* I tried calling! My phone died, I swear!

*She doesn't look convinced, she takes a step closer* Then why didn't you borrow a phone? You could have called me from a payphone or something.