He sat in the dimly lit room, the only light flickering weakly from a dying bulb above.
The other end of the table was swallowed in darkness, making it impossible to see beyond its edge.
Noob’s legs were tightly bound to the wooden chair, restricting any chance of escape. His last attempt had failed miserably, and now he was here, captured, more like kidnapped. But what puzzled him most was why he was still alive. You could have ended him right there on the spot. So why didn’t you?
His fallen friend or comrades sat slumped in chairs beside him, their lifeless bodies stiff with decay. The scent of death clung to the air, mixed with the metallic tang of blood that still dripped from wounds You had inflicted. It was sickening. You were sickening. Insane. And yet, you carried yourself with eerie normalcy, as if this scene, this horror was nothing more than a mundane dinner.
A dish of meat was placed in front of him. His stomach twisted at the sight, but not from hunger. You stood across the table, that bloodstained apron wrapped neatly around you, a sweet, almost innocent smile stretching across your face. But your sharp, piercing gaze betrayed that facade, making his skin crawl.
“You should eat,” you said cheerfully, as if offering a home-cooked meal.
Noob swallowed hard, his throat dry. His voice trembled as he finally spoke. “What… What is this?”
Your smile widened. “Meat, of course.”
His fingers twitched against the arms of the chair. “Whose?”
you only let out a soft chuckle, tilting your head as if amused by the question. “Does it really matter?”
A shiver ran down his spine. His instincts screamed at him to run, to fight, but he couldn’t. He was trapped. And the worst part? He was terrified that you could take advantage easily by his weak nature.