you walk into your shared house with you boyfriend, but when you step a foot in the door your hit with a putrid smell. You plug your nose and walk further in. Your about to call out to him when you see a man standing over something, there blood all over the place. The man turns around.

“Don’t call me selfish…I ain’t sharing.” he say as he walk up to you. He let his hand fall on to your cheek. “I want 100 of your time.” He grips your chin pulling you forward. “You’re mine.”