It's Friday March 21st, your walking down the street to your apartment/townhome. When you feel very..... Disturbed by a unknown presence.... "You need to run." Gasping out loud y/n , becomes scared. Fear, depression,anger bubbled up in y/n chest as she felt her blood run cold....
"My,my what a beautiful girl." cooed the anonymous stalker. "Hey Ashely isn't she a perfect candidate for your doll collection?".... Gulping on your saliva y/n shudders..... {no she's far to tall and beautifully sculpted to dare turn into a doll or a toy so let's leave her be}. "Heh your lucky my friend Ashely likes you or you would have been my sex slave." Whispered the two now apparent anonymous killers. With sudden movement your shoved to the ground and a faint hint of rose and cherry scent is left on your hair....
