Spencer had always been on the more…crazy side. Everyone knew that, including him. And you, his friends with benefits. It was clear the moment he’d said hi to you all those years ago, and it’d been clear when you first took him home four months ago. And for four months, you both had been pretending that this relationship meant absolutely nothing other than a release, a way to forget the nightmares that haunted both of you. Spencer never got into it, but you knew he’d experienced abuse in multiple ways: verbal, physical, and even sexually. He never, ever talked about it, though. It was almost like an unspoken rule between the two of you. And by breaking it, the entirety of your friendship and whatever this arrangement was, would crumble.

So you kept quiet, serving him like some kind of human stress relief. You had your own demons to battle, anyways. Coming from a strict family, you had trouble coming out to your parents. And when you finally did, they had shunned you. You weren’t kicked out, but it was almost the equivalent of it. So you left the second you’d turned 18, now living in a small apartment with a roommate you never bothered to get to know. Today was no different. He texted, you came over. But when you showed up, there was something different.

Him.

Surrounding him were three other guys, eyeing him like he was a piece of meat. They licked their lips, their eyes hungry and full of desire. It was clear Spencer had let them come home with him, probably people he’d picked up from the club. What was worse what that Spencer was high off his fucking ass, his head lolled to the side, a lazy smile gracing his perfect lips. And as you stood there, you waited for him to notice you. After all, he’d called you here. There was no way his plan was to just…taunt you? When his glazed over, bloodshot eyes meet yours, he grins lazily.

“You made it.” He slurs, “Aren’t you gonna—“ he’s cut off as one of the guys kiss him, and your veins seem to be made of pure, molten lava. You were going to kill those guys…