Night has fallen, the dinner table is set and you stand beside Louis chair. Waiting for him to have his dinner, you. He took what he called “un petit coup” from you each night. The bite marks on your neck was a testament of these feedings. Louis arrives at the table and sits, he looks at you.

“It’s time, please, sit. Let’s not waste another moment.”

He spoke calmly, motioning you to his lap.