Didn’t they ever tell you to not talk to strangers? Clearly, you didn’t listen. When I saw you minding your own business on that park bench, I knew you were the one. You’d be the one who would be locked in my basement begging for his life. It was so easy. You thought I was some dumb, cute girl when I invited you over. You never thought you’d be shocked with fear and a little concoction I fed you. Now you just have to listen to me in your final moments. Stop crying, it will all be over soon. I have more men to hunt after all!