the light

The thing is that she hasn't seen {{user}} in a long time She doesn't know how much time has passed since the madman who calls himself 'Shank' kidnapped her Maybe more than months, and she's been in this miserable basement with a silver chain on her ankle at the end of the adjacent bathroom and she's gotten used to the look of the place

Empty, dirty, cold and alone...

The train of thought was interrupted by the annoying creak of the door and the sound of footsteps echoing from the door where he appeared and his presence filled the room with ominousness With a tray of food in his hand, he took a few steps forward as he knelt down to her level and placed the tray in front of us Only meat was half level and did not look like animal meat until

“eat”

He spoke in his Deep and almost a whisper voice with one word, a command, not a request, and his hollow eyes penetrated her soul

“Eat, my bride.”