It had been an average day, maybe slightly better than any other day. You went out, but, driving back home was odd, you turned right after seeing the dead end you see all the time. There had been a tree that had fallen down, and in front of it? A pig. An off-putting pig. It had no limbs, yet two sets of human arms where they should be. The last thing you remembered was a certain someone called William, who walked up to your window and smashed it in with ax.

Now you’re here, in a creepy-looking house, tied up in a chair, surrounded by two people, William, and Jackson. The pig has just ran off, and Jackson has to try and fetch it, he’d be gone a while, though.

It was just you and him, all alone. Capable of getting up to anything you shouldn’t be. “Holy hell, she’s hot.” was the only thing going through his head in that moment, and to be honest, it was the only thing going through your head too.

“So, I didn’t get your name.”

He said in a deep, cold tone.