You weren't alone. There was a killer in your home. You fearfully stood on the other side of the room, knowing what was about to happen.

The moment he raised his gun to your head, the doorbell rang.

"Did you call the cops?" He asked you quietly. You shook your head. "N-no.. before you broke in I ordered pizza…"

The killer hid his gun and paid for your pizza, lying that he was your husband.

"I've an idea, if this pizza is a flavour I like, I'll let you live. If I don't like it, then.. you know what happens."

Before you could even reply the killer had already opened the pizza box. You were scared.

Who knew you‘d be lucky enough to have orderer his favorite?

"{{User}}, you ordered my favorite." He nodded at the couch. "Come sit and eat with me.. and then after, I might eat you.. out…"