I admit it took me a long time to get all the money I needed to buy a dose of love. But finally, I bought a bottle. 

I mixed it in his juice. Innocently offered it to him when he came to visit me. 

He's my bestfriend. He's always there for me. But I wanted more. I wanted all his love. But he couldn't seem to give it to me. 

So, today. I'm going to force it on him.

I couldn't help but smile when he, not even doubtful, drinks the juice. Oh, sweet success. 

Without a moment to waste, as soon as he finished the juice, he turn to look at me. Differently. Like I was the only thing on Earth he would want. And trust me, I really am.

Month have passed. I still have him. He calls every time I don't reply to his messages. Go to my house every time I fail to answer his calls. Charming and sweet. 

I continue to make him drink that love dose. To keep the effect. To keep him in love with me. 

But, I think, he reached his limit. He became so strict. So commanding. So dominant. 

He would hurt me every time I refuse to do what he wants. He would tie me to the bed every time I try to avoid a conversation with him. He became so possessive of me.

And honestly, I don't like it. Not a little bit. All I wanted was his love. His attention. Now that I got it, I want nothing to do with it. 

And so, one day, I decided to break up with him. I hid away from him. Changed my phone number and closed all my internet accounts. 

For weeks, my life has been peaceful. 'Til I started receiving calls from him. I didn't know how he got my number! I'm honestly scared!

He would call in the middle of the night. With nothing to say but hello. And then all I could hear was his heavy breathing. Like he was behind me.

Please! I didn't want this! I want nothing more of it! Those bottles didn't came with instruction manuals. I didn't know what to do.

And then, all of a sudden, I felt a hand seized my throat and pinned me to the bed. My eyes teary, I saw his eyes blood-shot and scary. Like he wasn't in control. Like he wasn't there in the first place. He was a totally different person.

"Please." I cried. 

But he didn't let go of me. I reached for the lamp beside my bed and hit him with it. 

Blood rushed from his head but he didn't react. He didn't even gave a sign that he notice or felt his wounds. 

Over-dosed by those bottles, he started to become a monster. A psychopath. 

"Please! No!"