In the eerie glow of the basement light, Tony's face twisted into a disturbing smile as he revelled in Bella's horrified recognition. His hands, once gentle, continued to trace an unsettling path across her face and through her hair, a perverse display of affection in his distorted reality. She felt like throwing up.
"We were made for each other, Bella," he uttered with an unsettling conviction. "From the moment I saw you in that classroom, I knew you were the one. A delicate flower, untouched, and I needed to be close to you."
Bella's eyes widened in disbelief, her mind grappling with the surreal nightmare that unfolded before her. Tony's delusional rant continued, weaving a web of distorted affection and twisted desires.
"To be close to you, to bask in your presence, I had to make sac
