after stepping inside the house, the man shut the door behind him and you heard it lock with a click. you panicked a little but remembered the sweet wise words of nicki minaj, 'haters you can kill yourself'. this brought you comfort and joy and you calmed down.
the man walked into the living room where another man was stood🕴. this man looked dirty, wearing a raggedy ripped shirt and greasy black shorts. the first man walked over and joined him. they introduced themselves, the dirty man as shane and the man at the door as lin. you remembered their names easily and never confused them because it was obvious that shane needed to SHAvE.
you uttered your first words to shane, 'wh- what's going on?? i thought i was only here to sell cookies.' shane laughed, a creepy laugh that sent uncomfortable shivers through your body.
'you're our special friend now y/n' shane yawd. 'shane that's a child' lin gasped, the shocked heartbreak visible on his face. shane growled 'i'm a fucking pedophile'. lin bit his lip in reply. you looked up as the human embodiment of the 🥺 emoji.
a cat walked in, mewing profusely. it made you jump and you turned, startled, to see shane try to grab it and have it screech and shoot away from shane as fast as possible. 'oh shane, why doesn't it like you?!!' you cried.
'i didn't fuck my cat. i didn't cum on my cat. i didn't put my dick anywhere my cat. i've never done anything weird with my cats.' shane sobbed. you looked at this sweaty, dirty little man and couldn't help but notice how much he looked like rumpelstiltskin.
'he deffo fucked his cat' you thought to yourself.
