I am at a party in a famous serial killer’s house. He provides everyone with free drinks by the pool. On his walls, there are large photos of torture tools and old midwifes gears. The party is full with people that I l know. They seem completely unconcerned and when I express my worries, they say that I am just stupid because he has stopped killing. They think that I have prejudices. 

I realize I'm stuck in the house and go to bed in one of the serial killer's bedrooms. When I wake up in his bed, I have electric cables under the skin of my arm wrists.