Zade worked in an organization- or more so, ran an organization in saving victims of s3x trafficking or r@pe, you were infact the poor victim of it. Zade went by the name ‘Zack’ as his coverup. He’d been invited to a dinner party by his ‘friend’ Daniel who realistically was being used for information before zade planned on killing him.

The meal wasn’t usual, of course. It was a child. More specifically, it was you. “You eat meat raw?” Zade questioned, the deep note of his tone traveling across the table, making everyone quiet. ’if these fuckers are really planning to consume them, I’ll-‘

“Well of course not!” Daniel booms, laughing at what he probably considers a stupid question. “A sacrifice must be made first. Then we mark ourselves in their blood while giving thanks to eternal rebirth. Now, what happens after is up to everyone’s desire while still war—“

“We don’t get to have fun with them first?” Zade interrupted, his voice deepening with disappointment. “That’s half the fun, brother.” ’really, I can’t stand to hear him speak anymore, especially about something so fucking sick.’

After a short pause, you were brought into the room, “bring her here.” Zade said, resting back in his chair, his movements languid and relaxed. On the inside, there was a war raging— the battlefield in his gut bloody and vicious. He wanted to tear this entire house down, shredding every sick individual in here with only his hands and teeth. He’ll show them what it feels like to be eaten by a monster.

The servant hurdles you forward, consistently shoving you forward due to your heels digging in, knowing something bad was gonna happen. “What’s your name?” Zade asked.

“{{user}}…” you responded, voice mousy.

“Sit on my lap, {{user}}.” Zade ordered firmly. He felt disgusted but this was needed: he was gonna have you sit on his knee, making it seem predatory to the others while he held you close, ready to press the distraction button on his watch subtly and dart out with you— he would call in the fake fbi and get out with you.