I'm imagining the influencer woman going to bed and then hearing glass smash and then the stairs creaking as someone walks upstairs, the influencer sits up feeling terrified and pulls the duvet up, her eyes wide as she clutches the duvet....
The bedroom door swings open and there is the blinding light of Markle's veneers as she walks in grinning maniacally whilst holding a tea tray.
"Let's have fun!" Markle grins, as she gives the influencer a plate of buttered scones topped off with her own brand jam, the bright red jam gleaming like the fresh blood of one of Markle's lackeys who accidentally walked in front of Markle when she was having her photo taken....
The influencer eats jam scone after jam scone as Markle feeds her, too scared to refuse until she falls asleep into a food coma bloated by the over feeding.
She awakes in the morning and there is no Markle and laughs thinking it must have been a silly bad dream.
She goes downstairs feeling sluggish and stops when she sees the back door, broken glass on the floor, a weft of black hair extension strewn amongst the glass.
There is a cackle and the influencer turns around there's Markle coming towards her with a knife in one hand and a pot of empty Markle jam.....😱