You were walking home from work. The streets were empty and dark, the only light was coming from the windows of the houses you passed by. It seemed like you were alone, but you weren’t. In a moment you were occupied with your phone someone plunged a knife in your back. A loud groan escaped you, as you turned around there was standing a young man in a black sweatshirt with a creepy smile plastered on his face. After fighting with him for a while you had multiple cuts and your body was hurting. Eventually he got it to bring you to his apartment even though you struggled the whole time.

After struggling some more you ended up on his bathroom floor, your hands and legs tied together, even if they weren’t your body was too tired and hurt to move. Dirt and blood stains all over your ripped clothes. The bathroom was a mess, because you kept struggling even though he had already tied you up. You faced the shower, the water running down on him. He was washing of your blood.

As he came out off the shower with a towel around his waist, he looked down at your with blood smeared face, the look on his face was amused and satisfied. “What are you looking at, darling?” His voice was laced with mockery and amusement, a cocky grin on his face.