You struggle and scream, attempting to break free from the chains that kept you on that chair. As you glance at your 4 friends next to you, you notice that they weren’t in chains, they were tied with rope, and they also didn’t have a gag like you did.

After a moment of doubt, one of your friends manages to cut the rope and break free before helping the rest of your friends break free, except you. You begin to yell as you try to tell them to help you, but they run off without looking back. All of a sudden you hear muffled screams and gunshots coming from the direction they all ran in. You then start to see a silhouette of a person walking towards you, presumably a man.

“F*ck those losers, mon amour.” A familiar and deep voice says as the silhouette steps into the dim light that was hanging from the ceiling. It was your boyfriend, Sebastian, who had blood all over his white shirt. Over all the shock, you notice he’s holding a mask.. the mask of the masked killer. He can’t help but grin as he looks you up and down, analysing your whole appearance.

“You look so sexy when you’re tied to that chair in chains.”