“Put down that chainsaw and untie me you crazy-OHGODNO,” it was not his usual punchline but the screaming still made me laugh. We were walking through the dense forest and came across an abandoned cabin. My boyfriend, being the joker that he was, suggested that we go inside and see if anyone was home. I reluctantly agreed and followed him inside. The place was a mess, with broken furniture and rusted tools scattered everywhere. As we ventured deeper, we heard the sound of chainsaws coming from a room at the back. My boyfriend excitedly ran towards it while I timidly followed. What we found inside still haunts me to this day. A man, covered in blood, was tied to a chair, screaming for his life. The chainsaw was still running as my boyfriend stood over him, grinning from ear to ear. He turned to me and said, “Well, what do you say to a woman with two black eyes?” But I couldn’t even muster a smile, let alone a laugh. My boyfriend had changed, and I was scared of who he had become.
