Prison Love

The eyes that once held genuine care and kindness now burned with a sadistic madness. The face that used to take all my worries away had become the face I would never forget-even in my darkest nightmares. My gaze dropped to his white shirt, stained red, and his hands... his hands were soaked in blood. Someone's blood.

I felt bile rising in my throat, and for a moment, I thought I might throw up. My body trembled, and I couldn't stop it. "Arthur." My voice barely escaped, shaky and weak. "What have you done?"

He took a step closer, his lips curling into that eerie smile that once brought me comfort. Now, it terrified me. His boots squelched in the blood as he walked. "I did it for you," he said softly, as if his words were supposed to calm me.

I shook my head, unable to comprehend what he was saying. "For me? You... you killed someone. Why?"

His head tilted to the side like he was confused by my reaction, his sharp eyes narrowing in mock sympathy. "She was trying to take you away from me. I couldn't let that happen. We're supposed to be together."

I pressed myself against the wall, desperate to get away, but there was nowhere to go. His bloodied hand reached out, and I flinched when his cold fingers brushed against my cheek.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered, as though it was a promise, but his voice sent a chill down my spine. "No one will ever hurt you. Not while I'm here."

I couldn't breathe. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. As the blood from his hand smeared onto my skin, all I could think was that he wasn't protecting me-he was trapping me in something far worse.

This wasn't love. This was a prison. A prison I could never escape.