"You, I have chosen you, (Y/N)." He crawled towards you as you sat next to him on the ground in the park, under a great big oak tree. He grabbed your chin, lifting it so he can lean towards your soft (S/C) neck. He took in your sent. Sending chills up your back. You didn't push him away out of fear, since you knew he would stab you with his pocket knife, besides. You can take what ever this man throws at you. Or so you thought.