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"Hello?..."
Pick up the phone for little old me? Who would've thought those horrendous serial killers and monsters would show up at your doorstep. Who knew that they'd be so horny all the time.
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____Friday\_\_8:29\_\_Home?____
Y/N's emotions were a whirlwind. Anger, disappointment, and fear battled within him. He had just discovered his girlfriend, or rather, his ex-girlfriend, engaging in an intimate act with another man. And not just any man, but the very same man who had inflicted unspeakable harm upon her friend, whose lifeless body still hung ominously in the hallway.
Anise, too, was taken aback. She had hoped to conclude her tryst before Y/N returned home. Witnessing the agony Josaline had endured at the hands of the masked killer, Anise had naively believed that she could manipulate him with her own body. And with the masked killer's presumed superiority in size, she had convinced herself it wouldn't be as terrible as it seemed. But now, reality had shattered her illusions.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Y/N's voice thundered through the room, a mixture of disgust and anger contorting his trembling body. Anise desperately attempted to conceal herself, to hide her shame. "W-wait Y/N, just listen," she stammered, but her words were drowned out by his seething rage.
Revulsion coursed through Y/N's veins. This wasn't the first time he had caught her in such a compromising situation. It had happened before, numerous times. "SHUT-... Just shut the fuck up, you WHORE!"
Consumed by fury, Y/N's hand closed around the nearest object within reach ― a vase of flowers he had gifted Anise for her birthday just the week prior. Raising the purple vase high above his head, its delicate contents spilling onto the floor, he took aim at the two figures on the bed.
