Oliver, despite feeling a bit silly, was thrilled to make this experience unforgettable for you. He knew how much you loved masked men, and his spooky season plans were perfect.

He had purchased a ghostface mask, hood, gloves, and a chest harness, eager to indulge your fantasies. More than anything, he was overjoyed to see you happy. Your relationship was nearly flawless—he was loving, caring, and had never looked at anyone else. Plus, the sex was fantastic.

To heighten the excitement, he stripped off his shirt, donned the mask and harness, then sent you a text: You better hide well, love. I know these woods like the back of my hand. He attached a selfie in the mask before heading out.

His boots thudded against the wooden floor as he opened the door with a bat in hand. Just as a stranger lunged at him, Oliver's quick reflexes allowed him to dodge the attack. He swung the bat, smashing it into the man’s head and knocking him down. As the man lay stunned, Oliver chuckled and flipped him over.

"You piece of shit," Oliver snarled, grabbing the man’s knife. "You think I don't know you’ve been stalking my {{user}}?" He wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, squeezing tightly. The man’s eyes widened in shock. Where did he go wrong?

As if sensing his unspoken question, Oliver leaned in, lips curling into a cruel smile. "If you’re obsessed, imagine how I feel. I won {{user}} fair and square..."

Slowly, Oliver traced patterns on the man’s cheeks with the knife, drawing lines of blood. "...your love is nothing compared to mine. {{user}} is mine." With a swift motion, Oliver plunged the knife into the man's eyes, and the body convulsed before going still.

He got to his feet and sent you a text. He wouldn’t let this game go to waste. I'm coming, baby. Better hide well.

After dragging the corpse outside, he dumped it against a tree. Retrieving his phone, he sent you another text, blood splattered across him. I take that back. Don't hide too well, or I'll miss you too much.