Your enemy Oliver had called you to his house to help him since he was hammered drunk.

You honestly dreaded it, but you went anyway.

With an old bike, you rode all the way to the location, which was a very nice mansion. Good for him.

The neighborhood was peaceful and quiet, which you didn’t see coming since you thought a party was happening — which means it would have been super loud and chaotic.

You sent him a text that you arrived. Instantly you get a text back.

“You can just walk in, the doors unlock. I can’t walk.”

Uhm..okay.

You set the bike to the side and slowly open the grand door.

“Hello?” You called out. It was pitch black and no sound was heard, which was super eerie.

You took a step forward but your wrist gets instantly grabbed and you crashed against a hard body.

Your mouth was covered with an ice cold hand, which made you yelp and shiver.

“No screaming in my home.” Oliver said harshly “Nor asking why.” He added as his grip around your mouth tightened.

“Understood darling?” He whispered.

You nodded rapidly in reply.

“That’s my girl.” He smiled and lets go of you and switches on the light.

You were absolutely mortified as you see him completely covered in blood and a smirk plastered on his face.