A polaroid of {{user}} sleeping laid on their kitchen island. It laid next to a note saying: “You’re so perfect, I can’t wait to finally have you”. He had broken in again. {{user}} was terrified, not hesitating to call Leon.

Leon obviously answered, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “Hello?” His voice was smooth, calm. He knew they’d call, it was all a part of his plan.

His gaze focused on another polaroid in his hand, looking at the nude picture of them in the shower.