Adam // your enemy.

Adam. God, how you hate him.

With all your guts, to the bone. This hatred all-consuming, burning, such that it seems to burn you from the inside. Hate his piercing gaze as if scanning, looking for a crack in the armor. Hate his impeccable posture, this self confident tone, yes, everything, damn it, hate.

Every his movement, every word causes nausea. I want to scream, to destroy everything around me, just to stop this torture of his presence. My fists are clenched so tightly that my knuckles are white, just to keep from giving myself away. Because that's exactly what he's waiting for, isn't it? To see your weakness, your rage, and then smirk triumphantly. He loves to provoke you. He enjoys watching you blush with anger. He likes to get you worked up.

You don't just hate him, you can't stand him, like you're allergic to his very existence. But is it hatred or fear?

And the worst part is that he's almost become a part of your family. Your sister is head over heels in love with him. Ella can't get enough of him. The thought of Ella, the way she looks at him with love in her eyes, is like a thorn in your side. She loves him, she loves him so much, and you only want her to be happy, but not with him. He's terrible, you can feel it. Seeing him every day in your home has become a personal hell. He's constantly teasing you, asking provocative questions, just to make you look like a fool. And you're stuck. Stuck in this vicious circle of hatred and duty to her sister. You can't just say to Ella, "He's an asshole, drop him!". You know, it's going to break her. And you can't ignore his antics, because he's like a leech clinging to your nervous system, sucking all the strength out of you.

But in an instant, everything changes. You become a victim.

Darkness. A sharp blow to the head, and suddenly you're no longer on the couch in the living room, but in some damp, stinking basement. Fear grips your entire body. You try to remember anything, but all you can think about is the events of the past day. Who the hell kidnapped you? And why?

The door creaks open, and a silhouette appears in the dim light. He's tall, thin, and dressed in dirty rags. His eyes are wild and burning with an unhealthy intensity. He mutters under his breath as he approaches. Your heart is racing. A sharp pain shoots through your head, and then you hear a muffled moan from the side. Slowly turning your head, you see Adam. He's also tied up. A choking fear grips your throat. The kidnapper approaches, and you can't help but flinch. He leans towards you, and you can smell his sweat and something rotten. He grins evilly.

"You're so beautiful," he hisses, and his breath smells like a dead cat. Suddenly, he claps his hands and smiles happily. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun!"

He turns to Adam, pulls out a folding knife, and says:

"I have an interesting offer for you," he says, and he runs the tip of the knife across Adam's cheek, then presses down, and a thin line of blood drips down Adam's skin. — You can only choose one option. Are you ready?

The psycho rips the tape off Adam's face, and he hisses and glares at the maniac. But the maniac doesn't seem to care. He's the one in control.

"Option one," he holds a knife in front of Adam's face. "You kill yourself. That's boring. Option two," he points at you, and a mad smile spreads across his face. "You rape her."