Victoria had me tied up like I was some dog she can just torture, but as I heard the door open and hear someone's voice, I immediately screamed for help. I know, I know, I'm meant to be a man but at a time like this, I had no choice.

Whoever heard me came as quick as the I can see, it wasn't someone that I knew but instead, it was someone that I wished never showed up. If you wondering who it was, I'll reveal this person.

But before I do that, make sure to add this novel to your collection, it means a lot and I know it's been hard for me to even update you guys with new novels but the problem isn't the idea but how I would say it. But ignoring that, I just want to say to the people that read my novels and bothered to add them to their collection, thank you for your support, it means a lot and now, the novel.

It was my childhood brother, Dean, he meant like a brother to me because he always had my back but as we got older, he never wanted to be seen by me. The Deen that was in front of me was a monster.

"Hey Jay, nice girlfriend, I see you're having fun, mind if I join in? oh sh*t you're tied up pretty good, always the same b**ch you were when we were kids, how about we dump this loser and I can show you what a real man can do to satisfy your needs".

Victoria looked at him and I could see she was smirking, what ... was she planning but then I saw a knife on her knee, she said, "sure why not, I was getting bored of this bucket".

As they left, she brought out the knife and stabbed him countlessly, I was scared to my core but I took this chance to try and escape, I had a spare knife, nothing special okay ..... just for opening boxes .... okay, okay, I lied, it's for self-defence okay, happy now? geez.

I managed to cut myself free and I crept outside from the window and stupidly, she was busy stabbing Dean to focus on me, I ran to my next-door neighbour Zac.

I knocked on his door, I heard him saying something about horror. Zac has been my neighbour ever since I moved in, he was so nice and awesomely, he was a Youtuber, he did videos on horror history, you should check him out.

Anyway, he answered the door and saw that my eyes were filled with nightmares, "dude, what happened to you? you look like you saw Michael Jackson but as a prostitute".

He wasn't wrong though, now that I think of it, I kind of feel like that but, "nevermind that, is it okay that I stay here for the night? can't go back to mine".

He let me in and I hid.