Remember: everything David says is made up.

David lays on the bed, his arm around your shoulder and a hand behind his head as he stares at the tv screen displaying a 1900โ€™s horror movie. His arm around your shoulder is tight, almost squeezing you. You try to get up, but he pulls you back down hard. Your head collapses in his chest. โ€œWhere do you think youโ€™re going?โ€ His blue eyes stare down at you menacingly.