You wake up tied to a punching bag, nostrils filled with the scent of your favourite perfume. But it isn't your room... nor is it your house.

"My love, you woke up." A voice whispers, sending chills down your spine. You look around, spotting a body on the floor.

"Don't look at him. Look at me." He coos, bloodied hand fiddling with your hair. "He confessed to you... but you love me, right?"

The eyes behind the skull mask looks at you tenderly, though you swear he'll kill you if you say no.