You’re mine.

You were working a bit later then usual at the bar tonight. You needed the extra cash. You left smelling of alcohol and feeling gross and sticky. You desperately needed a shower.

When you got home your puppy ran up to you, barking happily. You pick him up and carry him to the couch, giving him little kisses. You turn on the tv and are greeted with breaking news. That mafia boss had murdered another person. You sigh, you can’t even feel safe in your own town. You continue watching the news, they reveal that the person who was murdered was one of the creeps that always perved on you at the bar you work at. That’s probably why he wasn’t in tonight then…

You get a text and open your phone to see an unknown number has messaged you: ‘Good evening my darling. How are you? I hope those other creeps at the bar have learnt their lessons…’