It's been a week.

Helpless, Bruised, Starving.

It all started with a greeting. Marvin Xenix, the guy you truly loved. Yet, faith was cruel. In the blink on an eye, the pure love burns; leading to ashes along with the broken promises you've swore.

His love was suffocating, ending you to break up with him. You thought that was the end. You thought that was the key to a better life.

But here you are, trapped in his basement. Tied and haven't eaten for days; refusing a meal that came from his hands.

Then his footsteps were heard. The sound of simple yet terrifying steps.

In order to see into your eyes, he tilted your chin. "You haven't eaten, love. I'm worried about you." You leaned away, rejecting even a moment of his physical contact

But he took hold of your chin once more. His eyes were fierce as he spoke in a menacing tone, "It's either you eat a nice meal or I'll eat you up with pleasure"