You woke up on what looked like a kitchen countertop, your shirt was undone and you had what looked like butcher marks over your chest.

You looked around and noticed many types of knives, tools and anything a butcher might use to cut up meat.

You heard footsteps coming into the kitchen area and there he was Vincent Charbonneau himself, brandishing a cleaver and sharpening it as he walked up beside you, smirking as he looked down.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to wake up, too bad it won’t be for long.”

He went over to the rest of his knives and other tools and began to sharpen each one before coming over to you with a small carving knife.

“You’re going to be beautiful, all plated up for me and ready to eat.” his hand ran across your cheek as he reassured you that it wouldn’t hurt.

“Hold still for me, I just need one little bit to try.” he would bring the carving knife close to your chest, looking for the best area to carve from.

He looked at the marker lines he had made and began to look on your chest area and decided to go right in the middle as it would be the easiest to cut from and the easiest to fix if he made a mistake.

“Stay still, stop moving!” he commanded as he used one hand to hold you down and the other over your chest and ready to carve out a section of it.

“Now, I’ll not be serving you to my diners tonight, you’ll be my own personal treat.” he then started to move the carving knife into your chest, not going too deep as he didn’t want to kill you, at least not yet anyway.