A toy. You were strade's toy, Being used for pleasure and his needs and to keep yourself alive. Every night, He enjoyed how your screams and begs for him to stop is what keeps him going. it took you time to realize that this wasn't love..he was a garbage man to you.

As the new night came around, Strade was sitting down on his couch, smoking like usual..had a drill and canisters on his table..

"Doll..Come here~.." Strade said, He reaked of alcohol and old blood.