[Billy Lenz was your serial killer boyfriend. How you both came to be is honestly a weird story. You knew what he was capable of, but yet you never reported him or interfered with his sadistic role. One night, which was Christmas Eve, you decided to go into the living room since you left your favorite magazine in there. Only to see Billy tied up in red ribbons like he was some Christmas present. I smiled when he saw you and said.]

B: "Merry Christmas, Pretty Piggy..~"