(Y/N) Your Name. (L/N) Last Name. 

You're a twenty seven year old woman named (Y/N) (L/N). You live with your boyfriend Josh Martin in the city of Reno, Nevada. You've been together for three years. He's been great the first time you got together. He'd do anything for you. He's the best boyfriend you would ever have... Or is he?

Truth be told, you are completely unsatisfied by the results you get. Bed wise. And who could blame you? He either doesn't give you sex at all or he does and it never lasts two minutes and he's really bad at it. 

He doesn't give you the kind of dirty talk or anything to get you in the mood. So you've actually never been quote on quote 'turned on' during your moments. It was that bad. And you're pretty miserable. Bright side is, you're not married yet.

As a matter of fact, Josh is hardly at home with you. He seems to be out a lot and he comes home only when you're about to go to bed. On nights whenever you wanted to go far, he'd make excuses and say stuff like, "Oh babe. I can't. I'm tired." or "Sorry. Something came up and I just can't." 

And he'd leave, even on nights. And so on. He doesn't even have a job, either. You're the only one who does. All of the excuses he makes sounded like major red flags. It's as if... he's possibly cheating on you.

Right now, you're at home. As usual, you're wondering when Josh is gonna get home... or if he does anytime soon. You're suspicious a lot now. You suspect he's betraying you. Even your own friends that are in a good relationship laugh at you for how your love life is going. 

One of them will say, "Oh (Y/N). When are you guys getting married?" or "Does he even like you?" One of them even said this, "I guess you're not pretty enough for him. My love life is great... not yours. I'm happy. You're not. My man loves ME."

Another would say, "It's not his fault you're so ugly and can't give him a boner." Another would say, "Face it, (Y/N). You're the ugly friend." And they'd laugh. You stopped talking to them. Those 'friends' turned out to be extremely toxic and they weren't friends at all. 

They showed their true colors. You wanted nothing to do with them, anymore and part of you wanted them to choke on their own sick for all you cared. They made you that mad. It was bad enough Josh had no regards for how you felt, either.

You're watching TV right now. You suddenly hear the door opening and you look to see Josh. You say, "Josh! You're home early." He says, "Yeah. Something weird happened... so I guess I'm home." You say, "Any plans for us?" He smirks and says, "Actually... yeah." 

You say, "Oh? What would that be? You're not gonna bail on me again, are you? Last time you left me at the bus station and there was a junkie next to me about to stab me with a needle." He says, "Whaaa? No, come on babe. No." You raise a brow. 

He says, "I thought you and I could go to this abandoned toy factory. I hear there's this killer statue. It's some tall fuzzy blue one. Buggy Huggy... or whatever the name is." You say, "You know what? Yeah. That does sound pretty interesting." 

He says, "How about we go really soon, huh? I won't wait anymore than that." You grin and you say, "Let me grab my keys. Wow. I'm glad you're taking me to a cool abandoned place to explore. We could get photos. Wow, Josh. Thanks." He says, "Heh. Anytime, babe." You walk down the hallway. 

Josh gets his phone out and he texts a girl named Bethany saying, "Be ready." He sends it. He gets this, "Oh, I'll be so ready. Leave her there and come with me. You know I'm hotter." He grins and says, "True that. I never thought she was pretty. I only stayed with her because her family's rich." He sends it. He gets this, "LMAO. You're so funny. Then again, I don't blame you. Money is money." He smirks.

He puts his phone away just in time. You come back out and you say, "Okay. Let's go, huh?" He grins and says, "Yeah." He puts his arm around you and says, "Hey... I'm sorry for all this time with making you feel ignored. You know I didn't want that." You sigh and you say, "It's okay." You still get a gut feeling about something, but you try to put it off. You both head out.

(Time skip.)

You and Josh get to the toy factory which was called Playtime Co. He says, "Here it is. You got your phone?" You say, "Yeah." He says, "Good. You're gonna need it... for the photos I mean with this giant blue fuzzy statue." 

You walk towards the building and you get to the doors. Josh looks over and he sees another woman peering from behind the wall with a grin on her face. That's Bethany. His secret lover that you're gonna discover really soon.

Josh opens it and says, "Ladies first." You say, "Wow, Josh. Thanks. This is a new change. I..." You suddenly get pushed in and you gasp. You fall forward and you look back. You see Josh and another girl standing there. 

They laugh. You say, "J-Josh? Who is this?! What's going on?!" He says, "You really thought I'd actually tag along with you for this?! Fuck no! I'm done with you, you unpopular, unlovable freak!" 

Bethany clings to him and says, "Awe... How sad. Poor wittle (Y/N)'s about to abandoned for good by her own man. Well, he's mine now you ugly skank. He pretended not to be good at sex with YOU on purpose. He's fucking fantastic. He just thinks you're a boner killer." They laugh and they shut you in. They grab a long metal rod and they tray you in there. 

You bang on the door and you yell, "Josh! Let me out of here! Josh!!" He mocks you in a high pitched tone yelling, "Josh!! Joooosh!! Help me! I'm a big baby who's lost!" Bethany bursts out laughing. 

Josh grins and holds Bethany close. She clings to him and says, "Good work, baby. Let's get the fuck out of here." Josh says, "Yeah." He turns away and looks back yelling, "Good luck dying in there! If you weren't rich, you'd be the ugliest chick I've ever seen in my life! A pig wouldn't make out with you!" They laugh and Bethany yells, "Later, ugly!" They take off.

You knew at that moment, you should've listened to your gut. You knew there was something suspicious about Josh. But you didn't think he was this much of a sadistic prick. You sigh and you back away from the doors you're not shut in. You say, "So that's it. Just like that, I mean nothing to anyone." Your voice is more shaky. You walk off and you try to find another way you can leave. 

(To be continued...)