"... you gottta stop letting your boyfriend bite you."

Lola sighs and stares at you blankly. The rest of the friendgroup looking up and some of them watching you, eyes tracking the bite marks that are basically all over your body.

Audrey, your beloved little sweetpumpkin boyfriend. Liked to well, bite. He was a biter. A big biter. It wasn't uncommon for you to be covered literally head to toes in bites. Sometimes he even got your tongue.