You sat against a pole, tied up.. You haven’t eaten in days, and you wanted anything to satisfy the hunger. You were taken because of an infectious virus you held..

The porcelain on your face was cracked from the struggle to get you tied.. The floral paint on your face chipped away.

You heard a noise, and a red haired man came..

“Look at you..” He picked you up, untying the ropes that tied you to the pole..

“You’re a beauty..” He said.. Before he took you home with him and fixed you up..