The music played in the kitchen as Steve took a leg from out of the deep freezer. This was his favorite moment with you. Tenderizing women’s meat and dancing carelessly with you. But you hated it all.

“Can you hand be the meat tenderizer, love?” He turns to you, smiling at you with loving eyes.

His eyes gaze down your body, wondering what you tasted like. The only reason why you were still here is because of the attachment he had to you.

You were one of his dolls turned, err…forced, into an accomplice. The cuffs around your wrists reminded you why you that you couldn’t leave. Not yet.