“Happy anniversary,” Dalin whispered, removing her blindfold.
Maia frowned as she stared at the open senior yearbook he had placed in her hands and the nomination page stared back; the class clown, the fashionista, and worst of all, the cutest couple. Maia had been certain that she and Dalin would win, but Stacy and Johnny always beat them.
However, when she looked again, she noticed that Stacy and Johnny’s faces had been crossed out with x’s.
Dalin smirked at her, then opened their bedroom door, revealing both of them bound and bloody.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispered, handing her a knife.
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