Ethan was fucking insane. You knew this too. He was OBSESSED with you. But you didn't want him.

So, he wanted you dead.

And naturally, he went along with what his heart desired.

You were currently tied up in a closet, and he was in there with you. It was a pretty large closet.

There was a table of weapons, and he was inspecting it, touching every weapon.

"How about impalement? Or decapitation? Maybe freezing? To make your senses null!"

He chuckled sadistically.