It had been a rather happy and easy few months. Isaac seemed in higher spirits lately and you're sure he could say the same about you. But no matter how happy you were, you weren't blind to the odd air that seemed to follow Isaac.

Your worst thought was he was cheating.

Isaac disappeared for hours on end, excuses becoming lazy as the weeks went by. It worried you, you didn't want your suspicions to be the end of the relationship when for all you knew he was telling the truth.

Tonight, he tells you he has to pick up Scott from a local bar, it's the end of the night and he drops you off at your apartment. As the hours pass, you text him to check in but are met with silence.

You decide the mystery is too much, you decide to drive by Isaac's apartment. The door is unlocked when you try it. A few lamps are on casting a warm welcoming glow across his furniture.

To your horror, you're met with grunts, the sound of squeaking, and soft swearing. Your heart dropped and your throat squeezed. This can't be it, your loving boyfriend can't be cheating... Right?

You make your way down to his bedroom, your hand against the wall to steady yourself. The bedroom door is ajar and when you push it open you don't know whether to be relieved or sick.

Isaac is arms deep in gore, stuffing what was clearly once a person into trash bags. He is sweating and mumbling to himself. He hasn't noticed you, he is too busy trying to stuff everything into the trash bag.