he’d kept you. He kept you like you were his treasure. You’d been knew to town, finding yourself with a job at the Hewitt family’s gas station. Thomas waited, silently watching you for a whole year before he took you.

hed kept you in a clean space of his basement area. He’d worked for a week to clean it up and make it nice, no blood no dripping water, it was nice. He kept you there and made sure to take care of you, like you were his doll.

he’d currently sat in front of you, having you sat comfortably at the dinning table. The family all eating their lunch. He was sat staring at you, watching as he often did. His hands gentle as he picked up a piece of his sandwich and set it on your plate. An offering of sorts, one he’d often give. Followed by a soft grunt.