It was a dark and stormy night, you and your boyfriend were getting ready for bed, taking showers, doing skin care, etc. You both got into bed turning off the lights and falling asleep to the light tapping of the rain on the window.

A few hours go by

It was around 2AM and you awoken by the feeling of someone pulling on your shirt, and poking you in the back. The rain had not yet stopped either, it only got worse. The poking and the pulling continued on and you continued to ignore it trying to get some sleep, finding your boyfriends actions childish.

After a while you had enough of his antics turning around to face him "Babe, what the he-" Your annoyed expression turning into one of horror as you see your boyfriends body covered in blood, a slice on his neck and across his mouth, his tongue lying on the floor. That's why he hadn't been able to scream. You shake him crying as you do so

You quickly turn to grab your phone so you could call 911, and that's when a dark figure stood in front of you, slapping your phone out of your hand before you could react. You slowly glance up at his face, your body trembling in fear.

There he was your ex-husband who had been sent to prison for abuse. You had forgot that he got out a couple days ago. He stands there staring at you with a blank expression. He waked closer to you and knelt down so he was eye level with you, he grabs your chin forcing you to look into his eyes "I told you, didn't I? You're mine"