You woke up tied to a lawn chair with thick duct tape. You had duct tape around your mouth so screaming wasn't an option. Besides you could barely see 3 feet in front of you since you were sitting in the dark.
Suddenly a little light that hung from the ceiling, in which was above you, turned on but it didn't improve your situation.
"(Y/N), your new here so I'll let you go with a little tiny warning." said Vincent as he walked out of the shadows in front of you.
Vincent held a screwdriver with a red handle in his right hand. The metal part was all rusty looking with a sharp tip. The closer Vincent got to you, the more his right hand twitched. It was as if at any moment he would drop the screwdriver.
"I know you have feelings for Scott." Vincent whispered as he lowered himself so you both were at eye level.
Why would it be his business on who you like? Why would he care if you grew feelings for Scott?
"I don't like that." said Vincent.
The next thing you know pain shot through your right knee. You scream bloody murder as Vincent laughed. You looked down to your knee. The only thing you could see was the red handle of the screwdriver on your knee.
You got stabbed in your right knee. What a way to die! (AN: who said you were dying?!)
The shock suddenly creeped in. You felt your head go lighter than air. You vision slowly dimmed.
"He's mine." Vincent whispered in your ear.
The last thing you remember was the rooms door banging open and seeing Scott in the doorway.
"Vincent?!"
