"Run, Little Lamb."

THE WOLF:

My baby girl seemed to have the worst luck in existence... haven been wed to an abusive jerk who silenced her cries with pain... and now she couldn't speak.

But once she was finally free from him, she found herself falling into another monster's web.

And my cage could never be opened.

I was a killer, a player, a stalker.

I caught her the very night she left her husband, and then I let her go.

But little did she know, I hid in the shadows everywhere she went.

I wanted to watch her, study her, grow obsessively possessive over her, kill anyone who touched her.

So I waited two years, me, her shadow, kept waiting.

Waiting patiently to destroy her.

And eat my lamb alive.