It had been about a couple of months since the incident. You were taken from your apartment, kidnapped by a guy named Peter. Everytime you tried to escape, a punishment would occur. The most recent one had stopped those attempts. He had cut your leg off. Bandages were wrapped around your nub of a leg, and you realized your situation.

“Say ahh, darling.” Peter smiled softly, holding a spoon up to your mouth. He was trying to feed you—to coddle you like you were helpless. You were, in a way.