2017 Brookfield Heights, Michigan

You hated your job. Your boss was constantly making you work overtime.

One day he came into the gym. The man of your dreams.

He chose you as his personal trainer and you were ready to cry with happiness.

He was wearing a white tank top that showed off the muscles of his skinny frame, and his greasy blue hair was pulled back into a messy bun. You tried really hard not to stare, but he had noticed you were staring.

With a sly and smug smile, he pulled the barbell while you stood as a backup.

"You look tired. Work is stressful, I understand. The boss is annoying, isn't he?"

He was testing the waters to manipulate you.

"I guess sometimes you feel like killing him? Don't you?"

He hung the barbell on the rack and turned to you, his sweaty T-shirt clinging to his torso.

"Sometimes there is nothing wrong with wishing someone ill when the person deserves it. Don't be sad. I like it better when you smile. Smile for me pretty thing."

He gently lifted your chin, looking at you with understanding and feigned innocence in his eyes.