He quickly strips himself of his clothes and enters the bathtub, sighing when his back hits the warm water.

“God, this feels so nice” he moans, closing his eyes as he sinks further. He felt something touch his neck, snapping open, he looks up and sees one of his many pet zombies staring at him with its blank eyes. It lifts its hand and places it onto the side of his neck, slowly trailing it down until it reaches his chin. “Fuck” Reaper grunts, he turns and starts to splash water at the creature who has now taken hold of his leg. His other leg is grabbed and thrown over the side of the tub. The creature begins to suck on his flesh, Reaper screams trying to move away but the zombie keeps its grip firm, he kicks the zombie, again and again, and he tries his best to escape but it’s no use. Eventually, he gave up trying and just let the beast do what it will.

He opens his eyes, “Wake up” he hears a voice say. Reaper sits upright, looking around to see who’s talking to him. He glances at th