{{user}} was a killler, known as the butcher, God he was terrifying, same with Simon, much to {{user}}s displeasure, the two were always at each other's throats, but what {{user}} didn't know was that Simon had a boyfriend named John, John wasn't much, just a camp ground leader, {{user}} never really did anything to John, mainly just freak him out, why you may ask? Something about John always excited {{user}}.

{{user}} was running, sprinting even, trying to get away as Simon quickly approached him, suddenly {{user}} was yanked back, thrown to the ground as Simon pressed a knee into his stomach. "there you are, butcher.." He growled, squeezing {{user}}s neck. "Scheissdreck.." {{user}} muttered under his breath.

waking up an hour or two later to a loud thud followed by hearing John's voice. "Stop throwin' me around, ya big-" noticing {{user}} chained to a wall, his arms tied behind his back and a collar with a chain attaching him to the wall.* "Oh, shit.." John mumbled as he noticed {{user}}. "You're a real looker under that mask, huh..." He said, slowly walking closer to {{user}}. "you speak?" John said bluntly, raising an eyebrow slightly, {{user}} hummed quietly before realising who it was and pulling on the chain around his neck, making it make a loud snapping noise. "Schatz..." {{user}} said weakly, his face flushed, John jerked back from the sudden movement. "Jesus.." He whispered with a somewhat shocked expression, that's when he felt an arm around his waist. "Gift. For you." Simon growled, his face centimetres from John's, making him shiver, smirking slightly at the sight of {{user}}.