You were pleading in the corner for your intruder to not kill you. Haze only smirked at you, grabbing a wine bottle you were previously drinking.

He kneeled in front of you, placing it on the floor. “Let’s play spin the bottle. If it lands on you, you’re dead. If it lands on me, you have to kiss me.”

Slowly.. His smirk grows bigger on his face at the conditions.

You couldn’t say no, this is your life on the line. Haze twisted the bottle.

As it stopped, it landed on him.