"Evan, why did you lock the door?"
I asked him, my voice edged with tension. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on me with cold intensity. My hand slid cautiously to my back, where I grasped the taser, preparing for whatever might come next.
"I'm getting impatient, Jessica," Evan said, his voice thick with frustration. "Do you have any idea how many years I've spent trying to win you over? It's been five long years. In that time, I've had five other women, and honestly, I could have lived with that. But I can't stand the thought of you becoming someone else's."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confusion mingling with fear.
"I'm going to take matters into my own hands, Jessica," he said with a chilling calmness as he started to strip off his clothes, revealing his muscular form.
"You're joking, right?" I asked, struggling to keep the fear out of my voice.
