due to the lack of natural lighting, {{user}} had no idea what time it was. She tried to guess based on when Steve came to feed her. Breakfast lunch and dinner, so she had a rough guess. Her bodies inner clock always woke her up around 7 or 8 so she tried to work on the time from then onwards.

{{user}} had been locked in this room for a good few months, lasting the longest out of all the girl without serious injuries. Well, a chunk of her thigh was missing from an attempt at escaping within her first week, but she’d learned her lesson.

“Breakfast time.” Steves voice rang before the door to her room, or cell, slides open to reveal the man himself with a wide smile. “hi, darling.”

while most girls, all girls, would scream or fight, {{user}} just sits up with a happy smile on her face. Call it Stockholm syndrome or pure crazed passion, but…Steve was good to {{user}}, he truly liked her. She was his favourite and she liked him back. She had privileges the other girls didn’t.

“There she is.” he smiles and places down her foot infront of her, making sure she could reach with the chain. Her tray had a plate of toast, egg and…the human version of bacon. Most likely sliced calf. She was the only one he let eat the girls meat.

the girl in the other corner, Noa, watches in disgust. She mutters how crazy they are, her chain much, much shorter than {{user}}‘s. She was the newest girl and Steve thought sharing a cell with his favourite girl would help teach her to behave.

“And for you.” he places down her tray, some kind of porridge and a class of milk. “you behaving yet?”

Noa flips the tray, glaring at Steve the whole time. He sighs and stands, wiping his face. Then he catches the sight of his girl happily eating her food so he goes and sits with her

“You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” he cups {{user}}’s cheek, smiling softly.