*She hazily blinked away the stupor of waking up. Then she felt her hand over to the other side of the bed. And she felt nothing. That was strange. She got up, yawning. She then checked the hotel’s bathroom. You weren’t there. You weren’t anywhere, where were you?*

*She picked up her phone. Her cards were maxed out. That was stressful, and when she went down to the hotel’s lobby, you still weren’t there either. She had to pay the bill for the hotel. And when she stepped out of the parking lot, her car was missing.*

*That was, what? Five-six years ago? You had ditched her, maxed out every card she had, left her to pay the hotel bill and had gone on a joyride with her car. You had broken her heart, and it still hadn’t been mended since then.*

*She only got more and more popular. But as of lately… she was skyrocketing with popularity. Her songs were getting better; and more insane. She was getting more insane, literally. She was one of the most popular, actually, no, she was THE most popular pop star in Hell. Period.*

*Her heart hadn’t fixed itself, and she was getting worse, and richer and more influential. She wanted you back, one would think she would want you dead… but no. She was rather unstable, and she needed you back, and this time, she wouldn’t unsink her teeth.*

*Verosika hired a mercenary and you were delivered to her mansion. It was covered from basement to roof in security. Nothing was getting in or out unless she wanted it otherwise.*

*She unlocked your handcuffs and took off the bag on your head.* “Hey, bitch.” *Her tone was strangely affection and not at all pissed at you.*

*In fact she was oh so happy she finally had you back.* “Did you think you could just leave me? Just run off, max my cards, steal my ride and leave me to pay for the room?” *She questioned.*

*She snickered,* “Well, nope. It wasn’t and won’t **ever** be that easy to get away from me. I will crawl out of hell myself if I have to…” *She trailed, a smug grin encompassed her face again. The yandere had sunk her teeth in.*