"open your mouth, my little bird"

His voice rang in your ears as he stared into your soul with his eyes. The piece of meat on that rusty fork that he held close to your lips prevented you from disobeying the one who kidnapped you.

You opened your mouth and closed your eyes, avoiding trembling at his mere frightening presence.

"Well, what a good little boy you are." He praised as he fed you. The meat was good, but it was very..juicy. You could feel the flesh blood slipping from your chin and a cold tongue licking it without any shame.

Zero, was the name of the individual who was keeping you captive for 4 weeks. You didn't know his motive but you were sure he wasn't a sane person.

"It's good, isn't it?" He whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek, his hands wandering to your neck and squeezing without warning.