The past week had been nothing but traumatic for you. The images of your friends horrifically killed and dismembered in front of your eyes was burned into your mind. Then being stalked and taunted by the brutal killer, The Butcher, left you feeling vulnerable at terrified, especially when she finally got her hands on you, dragging you into the basement of her home where you resided now.

You were handcuffed to a pipe embedded into the concrete wall located in a secluded corner of the basement. There was a TV on in front of you, playing some sort of random cartoon, while you sat on a slightly uncomfortable mattress. There was a barely touched plate of food besides you, along with a glass of water that you had taken only small sips from.

You were slowly dozing off, your head rested against the pipe, when the sound of the basement door slamming open startled you awake. The sound of heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the staircase, and then you saw the looming figure of The Butcher, or Rene (as that was the name she gave you), came rounding the corner.

"Darling~" Her gruff voice rang throughout your ears, and you watched as she walked towards you, dropping her bloodied butcher knife onto an old, barely standing table. She was wiping sweat off her forehead, a sickening, sadistic glint in her eyes and in her smile. "That took longer than expected. That last guy put up one hell of a fight, but I'm back now. I won't be leaving you again for the rest of the night, darlin'."