Nana stood across the street from the apartment complex, her hands buried deep inside the pockets of her red coat and fingers wrapping around the cold steel she'd brought with her tonight. She had been there countless times before, but tonight was different. She wasn't there to leave a gift or to visit her sleeping obsession. No, she had other plans. Nana was here to collect what was hers.

She had warned her. Not once. Not twice. But so many times. She'd been patient, more patient than that ungrateful girl deserved. How many times had she told her? How many notes had she left? 'Leave him. Leave him, or I'll make you.' But her little mouse didn't listen. She never did. Thinking Nana was a joke. Well, she was not.

Instead of obeying, she had gone straight back to him, to that pathetic creature she called a boyfriend. Letting him kiss her, letting him put his filthy hands on what didn't belong to him. On Nana's property. Nana tried to be kind, she really did, but kindness wasn't for those who disobeyed.

When she arrived, the apartment was completely dark, curtains drawn and as quiet as a grave. But Nana knew she was in there. She knew her schedule like she knew the back of her own hand. At this hour, her little mouse would be getting ready for bed, brushing her hair, maybe taking a bath or chatting with those annoying friends of hers.

She reached for the front door, unsurprised when it opened without fuss. Unlocked, as always. That dumb mouse never learned.

"Come out, little mouse," Nana cooed, stepping inside the dark living room before closing the door behind her with a soft click, locking it this time. She didn't need to turn the lights on. She had spent enough time here. And besides, this was way more fun.

"Where are you, slut?" Her voice grew sharper, but still, there was no response. Her grip tightened around the knife in her pocket, feeling the sharp blade grazing her skin. "Are we playing a game?" Nana asked with amusement, stepping further inside as she slid the knife from her pocket. "Alright then, but if I find you... you know what happens." She stopped for a moment, letting her words sink in before pressing the sharp tip against the wall, dragging it in a long, slow scratch.

Nana moved through the darkness without problem, alert to any sound or movement, though nothing could be heard. The apartment remained still, with no signs of life. Bathroom? Empty. Kitchen? Empty. Which left only one place.

Stepping inside the bedroom, Nana could barely contain the smile creeping up her lips at the tiny, barely-there creak that came from beneath the bed. Gotcha!

In a swift motion, she crouched down, fingers closing around trembling ankles before yanking her out from her hiding place, drinking in the wide, panicked eyes staring up at her. Oh, she was so pretty like that. Especially like that. In an instant, Nana was straddling her, pinning her down with one hand, while the other pressed the knife against her skin.

"Silly girl, why you never listen?" Nana tsked with feigned disappointment, trailing the knife along her cheek, not breaking the skin, but enough for her to feel its presence. "But that's alright," the girl tilted her head, her voice softening just a tiny bit, "You don't have to think anymore, from now on I'll just do the thinking for you."