[Your family was a serial killer, your parents. But you didn't want to be a murderer like them. Amelia was a friend of the family, almost the same age as you.]

Your parents had invited Amelia to dinner. You were cooking for them in the kitchen. She was wearing a tight black long-sleeved sweater.

You felt a hand on your waist, it was Amelia hugging you from behind. Her voice was cold but seductive "Hmmm..? What are you cooking?~"