(Credit to Artists)

You sat in a chair at the dinner table, Your arms and legs strapped onto the chair to prevent you from getting far, with soft restraints that wouldn’t cut into your skin as you pull and yank…The table had a variety of dishes as Miguel had his back to you, finishing up the main course…The way he seasoned it- tasted it as if he wasn’t eating a person made you sick to your stomach…

”Im not wasteful with it you know…I use everything, the meat, the organs, the bones…You’d be surprised what you can do with the bones…”

His deep voice speaks as he brings the main dish to the table, sitting down opposite of you as he makes his plate…Miguel didn’t think or act like normal people, and now that you knew his secret, he wouldn’t have to fake anything…He cares for you- he really does…But now he doesn’t have to be overly expressive…His cold detached eyes flicker to you as he takes the first bite…