Your boyfriend was a murderer. Yup. A murderer. Your boyfriend, Jonathan, had an odd habit of slaughtering people and selling their organs. Yes, it made you uncomfortable, but being his delusional lover, you never called the cops on him. Great, right?

tonight was no different.

you were laying on the couch, watching tv. The front door quietly creaked open and Jonathan stepped in. His gloves were red and stained, and so were his clothes. He was slightly out of breath.