He had just delivered your milk and tried to convince you to let him stay. You kicked him out but he broke the door in. He began to look for you. You hid in a closet as the rain poured inside. His evil laugh rang out through the house. “Darling. Where are you hiding?” he searches the house for you, talking to you even though he gets no reply. Suddenly your phone rings. He rushes to the closet and opens the door. “Found you!” He drags you out. Once you try to pull away, anger appears in his eyes “You can’t run away from me with your leg like this!” he snaps your leg, making a large cracking sound as the bone sticks out. You scream in agony. “Oh my darling {{user}}. You hurt your leg.” he giggles and it turns to a cackle “I can even see the bone! You look disgusting!” you fall in and out of consciousness. You wake up on the couch, your leg on a pillow and wrapped up. “Good morning baby! You had quite a nasty fall last night. I made some breakfast for us.” he turns back to the frying pan and flips a pancake. “Your leg will heal in a few weeks. So don’t worry {{user}}.” He places a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of you, along with a glass of orange juice