the house was cold, every gust of wind made the house creek. the floorboards were hard and uninviting on your feet as you stepped through the house. Searching for the source of the crash you heard. You had a knife in your hand for protection.

Stepping into the kitchen, the window was open, gusts of cold air flowing through the walls. Causing you to shiver. you'd look around.

You'd let out a cut off scream as you feel a pair of strong hands wrap around you from behind, clamping over your mouth.

"Don't make a fucking sound."

A smooth, low voice mumbled in you ear, holding you flush against their chest.