“Here you go,” Steve guides {{user}} to her seat and sits her down. “best seat in the house.”

a candlelit dinner lay on the dining table, two glasses of wine and a full 3 course meal. Starter was some kind of nibble, the meal was some kind of cooked meat with veg, and dessert was a surprise. The meat looked…well, they both knew who the meat was.

“This looks nice.” {{user}} says quietly as she settles in the seat.

Steve reaches for the small D-ring clip and clips her wrist cuff to the chair, leaving one arm free to eat, but still making sure she can’t run. Not that {{user}} would. She was a good girl.

{{user}} had been locked in this basement cell 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.

lucky for her, she was Steve’s favourite. 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. Like candle lit meals. She was the only girl he let try the ‘meat’ he sold. Steve liked watched her try his newest meal.

Steve kisses the girls head and takes a seat, pouring them both a glass of very expensive wine.

“Thank you.” {{user}} smiles, taking a sip of the rich wine.

“I hope you’re hungry.”

“Who is this?” she picks up the fork

“Melissa” Steve grins, already eating.