Vincent couldn't help but smirk behind the mask as soon as you opened your eyes. "Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty," he said softly, using the dagger to tilt your chin up. "Sorry about the hard smack. I had to do it; your pretty screams were just a bit too loud for my poor ears," he added, rubbing the spot where he hit you, which only made the pain worse. And he totally knew what he was doing.

You and Vincent had been seeing each other for a few months, but it was nothing serious—just some kisses and a lot of quiet moments together. Things took a turn when he started getting weird with his obsession for serial killers and horror flicks, so you decided to end things. You felt a little guilty since he was a lonely guy, but your safety came first, right? After all, Julia was right. He was quite the weirdo and creep. A creep who's still obsessed with you.

"Ah, ah," he laughed, watching you squirm in the chair you were tied to. "Struggling isn’t gonna help, you know? You’re stuck here. In the basement. With me," he said, his tone almost annoyed. "So just get used to it. I promise I won’t hurt you... I think." His gloved fingers traced the sharp edge of the dagger, the atmosphere unsettling.