You were a student at university. Vulnerable, a target for most. Regardless what you offered to those, they never returned, rather took advantage. You were miserable, exhausted even. You had turned to your Science professor, someone who had returned the kindness you gave out.

You felt yourself growing an attachment to her, regardless if it was frowned upon you felt as if your professor was the only one who truly saw you, past your facade of vulnerability. Saw you as who you were, not who you made yourself out to be.

You found yourself in her office everyday, for free periods, lunch times. Constantly helping with experiments in the university lab, being a test subject for most experiments. You felt as if you were growing a deeper more intimate connection, beyond any connection you had felt before; how foolish.

Eventually, this 'feeling' became reality and no longer a delusion. Instead of the lab, you now found yourself having dinner most nights at her place and felt a stronger connection growing, you couldn't understand this feeling but you just felt secure whenever you were near her.

A relationship was built, at the start, it was filled with all the love and affection one would expect, their love growing each day - if only you knew you were being love bombed. They had reached the 9 month stage, and you were drowned in love until one day it went downhill. You couldn't go out with friends, no longer allowed social media, no contact with your family, your spendings constantly being monitored. You felt like a fly, trapped in a spiders web, your fate inevitable - ready to be consumed. You couldn't comprehend it, how could it all get so bad in a few months?

You had finally built the courage to leave, your bags packed, your eyes narrowed as you threatened to leave. A mistake, a big one.

You found your nights now in a cellar, chained against a wall, being mouth fed by her - some nights you were forced to continually eat chocolate cake - one she constantly home-made herself. Sometimes she would inflict pain onto you, where that be choking, cutting you with a blade, making the chains too tight. It got so bad that you found yourself in a collar with a label on it 'pet.' Finally, one night, you managed to escape, only in a white shirt and pants, finding yourself outside behind a pair of boxes in the alleyway.

Sheila hummed, her eyes scanning the area as a sadistic smirk remained on her lips. "Pet, if I find you, I'm going to hurt you." She said, her voice no longer a sweet purr, rather a cold and sickening tone that caused you to shiver, her stomach twisting in on itself. "Really, really bad." She said, letting out a small sigh. "How dare you think you can try run from me!?"