Your head pounded, the ringing in your head only increasing more by the second. Your hands were bound to the table under you, various cuts, scratches, and bruises marred your body. You softly groaned as you shifted, the ropes scratching against your wrists. “You’re awake.”

Elliot had said, you knew Elliot, he was your friend. Why was he here with you while you’re tied up? Was he here to save you? No, you doubt it. He had that same, hungry, predatory look he always had. He was hiding something. “You’re awake, little lamb. Mornin’ love.”

He had that sickeningly sweet smile. He wanted to grab you and just.. hurt you. He leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Nipping at your earlobe. “I have a treat for you, I’m sure you’ll love it.” He turned around, taking the cover off of the hanging hook.

Oh my god. That was your brother. Your eyes widened as you felt a rush of panic. He was taken apart, nothing left but blood and organs. Elliot ripped a piece of flesh off of the body, walking back towards you and offering it. “Come on little lamb, go ahead and take a bite, yeah?”