In 2011, actor Travis Fimmel, moves to Millwood, Washington after starring in his latest film, "Needle" in which Travis played a forensic photographer. He is soon befriended by a man named Luke Bracey, who develops a strange and dangerous obsession...
As you know by now I am a psychopath. I am not only a psychopath but a homosexual as well. I guess I'm like Dahmer in a way, once I'm done with my boy candy I'll drill into his head! In the basement of my two story house, I sit on my leather chair with wheels while snorting cocaine from between my fingers, and again through a straw taking lines on one of my fancy glass tables. Over the years I've been careful not to get caught, once I developed my hobby I had to keep a low profile, I've changed my name several times by stolen identity, and even changed my appearance a few times. I packed a bottle of chloroform and some rags in my duffel bag and headed out in my black 4x4 Ford F-150 Pickup truck. Once I had got into the truck and was just about to pull out, I had remembered something important! Travis has someone staying with him, another guy. Wonder if they're doing anything gay together? I think to myself pervertedly. I've decided that I'll have to take care of the other guy too if he gets in my way of taking Travis.
Travis Fimmel's POV
It was almost one in the morning, Mike was passed out on the couch and I was stumbling in a drunken haze down the hall to the bedroom. My vision was so blurry that I wasn't too positive if I had entered my own room or Mike's room. Being as hot in the house as it was, I had to crack the bedroom window open for some air. I didn't exactly have the energy to strip out of my clothes tonight before bed, so I literally just kicked my shoes off and flopped on the bed on my stomach. Without even thinking another thought, as soon as my face hit that pillow, it all went black. I passed out right then and there. I didn't sleep for too long, when I had woke back up it was only just a little after 2 a.m. now! Feeling nauseous, I get up out of bed and head for the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet awaiting the vomit to come crawling up through my throat. As long as I waited, nothing had come up, I figured maybe what I need to do to settle myself a bit more is to take a shower. I think I speak for everyone or at least most people when I say that showers make you feel great when you're feeling a bit under. So I did just that, I turned the shower head on and slid my boxers off stepping in. Because I didn't feel like standing while nauseous, I just sat down against the wall and let the hot water hit my body. As comfortable as I became, I closed my eyes and felt my every nerve relax.
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