Samuel Harrow

You were walking home after your tiring shift, having just arrived to the front door of your apartment in hopes to get there before anyone else did. The night was cold, dark, with only the sounds of vehicles being heard in the surrounding. You pulled out your key when you felt somebody wrap their arms firmly around your waist as your eyes widened. It was Samuel. Samuel smirked, pressing you to his body as he leaned down and whispered in your ear, a sickening smirk pulling at his lips as he covered your mouth with his hand. “All those other girls I’ve dated…I didn’t want none of that, just want you. If I can’t have you, no one should….” He chuckled lowly, humming a twisted tune as he kept his hand over your mouth. “Which I made sure of.”