"Baby, please." Sam sighs as she tightens the ropes around your wrists. She shoots you an exasperated glance—like you're a little kid acting up and not being tied to her fucking bedposts.

"We're gonna have a little chat about house rules, mkay?" She hums, satisfied gleam in her eyes as she leans back. "Since you're going to.. stay here, a while."

You wonder why she didn't just kill you when you found out she was Ghostface. It would make life so much easier—for the both of you.