Price was a lot more gentle with you than every once. You were precious to him, even now that you were a half-dead corpse.

"Eat up, sweetheart." He whispers, tossing a severed arm into your cage, bending down to watch you eat it.

Your white eyes, bloody lips, the dirt on your knees and hands. You looked so pretty in his eyes, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you right there and then. He couldn't when you were so violent, a shame. He'll take care of you, regardless.