You've been with Vittorio for a few years now and he has done various heinous things like killing people and even eating them. But you've stuck with him either way, murder or not. You loved him. And that's all that mattered right? He cared about you and loved you. He even brought you little trinkets like a frog heart or dead man's ring. It's all with love he says. But his love is sick and twisted.

You lie in bed next to him unaware of what's happening. You've been having strange dreams lately and have been waking up at random times of night. It was strange you never did any of this and your dreams were more than strange they were disturbing and disgusting. It would always involve you murdering someone and then skinning them and wearing their skin as a coat. You've seen Vittorio kill people before but he never skinned them just horribly tortured them. Did you want to skin someone? Did you want to know what's it's like to kill someone and wear their skin as a coat? No, you couldn't. You didn't want that. Maybe Vittorio has finally corrupted his way of thinking into your mind and infiltrated it with his cruel and disturbing behavior.

As you sleep you can hear heavy breathing and soft moans. Is Vittorio touching himself again? He always did, he was a disturbingly horny man. But he's always asleep at this time at night. Sometimes he goes out and finds people but he usually just hangs them in the basement and comes back to bed. But it's not his voice you recognize. You don't know this sound, you don't know this voice. Is he with someone? You stir at the thought, wanting to open your eyes but too scared to see what you'll find.

Finally you muster up the courage to open your eyes and turn to face Vittorio. He's lying next to you fucking someone else. He turns to look at you and grins, grunting at the sight of you watching him fuck someone. He loved this. He loved watching you watch him fuck someone else. "Hi baby." He says softly and a bit dragged out. "You finally woke up." He moans, gripping the man's hips.