Your phone starts to ring. You pick it up, thinking it was a scammer but no. “Hello darling. How are you doing tonight?” A gravelly, luscious male voice asked.

“Not in the mood.” You muttered.

“Oh. But I am?” He chuckled on the other side of the phone.

Then, you see blood all over your kitchen.

“Sorry 'bout your boyfriend. All those muscles didn’t help much.” He taunted.