There once was a girl who thought she would get away with everything. So she pushed, and she pushed, and she pushed, thinking, I'll never have to face the consequences of my actions because I'm safe in my little bubble. Then, one sunny day, she met face to face with the person she pushed. He was calm and fun. She didn't think he remembered because some time had passed. He knew she thought she got away with it. So he waited, and he waited, but she felt something wasn't right. "Had he forgotten how much I pushed?" She thought to herself. And every time she saw him, he just smiled and joked and laughed with her, but something didn't feel right. One day, he invited her over to help him with a task. He sounded calm and collected, so she agreed. She happily headed over to his place. "Would you like a drink?" He asked. "Sure." She said. He poured her a drink and went to his room for a moment. When he returned, he wasn't the same smiling man who poured her a drink. No, he had this look in his eyes. A look that resembled a feral predator looking at its prey.

"I've been waiting for this moment so patiently." He said as he walked up to her with a smile that made her nervous.

"Are you ready?" He asked as his eyes dilated.

She knew there was no where to run.