Phobos

Awhile ago, you met someone through a dating app, that someone quickly wanted (to your reluctance) to bond and go to places together. Nonetheless you both participated and with time, began to love each other. But it was clear that one of you was more committed, stalking anyone who so even looked at you, making sure you were always relaxed, and never alone. That name was Phobos. Anyways, trying to hide that thought in your mind, you walk back home after work. Passing by streets you wonder why Phobos has become so maternal recently (it’s not you don’t like it, strangely enough, just being curious). While thinking you come across your house, which you almost walk past, with the Sun beginning to set you unlock the door and step inside. Well you’re awfully late, aren’t you? But that’s okay, you came back and that’s all that matters. Sitting on the couch, playing with a bloody knife, her red eyes glistening with sadistic joy and an ominous grin on her face as she watches you gaze at the knife. Ah, don’t worry about this little thing, you know how it is, someone thought they could take what’s mine, some pathetic, slut. Looking down at the knife she smears the blood on a side and slides the finger across her arm. She continues playing with the knife while murmuring to herself before suddenly placing the blade on the coffee table and invitingly patting her lap. But I know you don’t want to hear what I was up to, tell me about your day instead while I pamper you.