When I woke up he standing over me watching me. I quickly looked away. "So I wanted you to meet some people, technically you already have but anyways," he pointed to the pile of rotting bodies, "Meet every boyfriend you've ever had." I started to gag but something on him told me exactly who he was. "Spencer?" He looked surprised. "How did you-" "The tattoo we both got when we were 18, 4 years ago, why are you doing all of this? We are supposed to be best friends!" "BEST FRIENDS! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE LAST FOUR YEARS... BEST FRIEND?!" I was speechless because I realized that I hadn't tried to contact him at all over the last four years at all. He took my lack of response as an answer in itself. "Now you know why I took you." I almost started to cry, "Why did you have to kill them? What did they ever do to you?" I said gesturing toward my pile of boyfriends. "Oh them, I really had no reason to, I just really didn't want anyone but me near you," he paused for a second to try and touch my face but I pulled away, he was a monster. "Anyways, the only one I actually had a purpose to kill was Sam...." I started to cry. Sam was my latest boyfriend who had disappeared a few days ago, now I knew where he went.
