Chapitre 1: unfair
The gruesome crack echoed in the darkness, the sound causing a shiver to go down their back by reflex. His Prey watched, wide-eyed, unsure about what to do.
Should they leave?
.../Could/ they leave?
It wasn't like they were shackled down, their limbs were free and able to move quietly. They couldn't tell what their Captor was doing.
Another crack echoed in the small hallway.
What was that sound?
His Prey swallowed a cough from the ashy air, cautious about making any extra noises that might set off their predator. From the other room, a small night light blinked, the figure of their captor moving in the shadows.
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The smell of meat cooking caught their attention. It smelled burnt, like placed outside on a grill overnight, and his Prey could almost smell the dryness of the meat. The metallic taste of blood wafted out of that small room, their stomach growling with the reminder they haven't eaten yet.
His Prey decided to scope out the room where he was cooking, the small sense of preservation left ignored as their hunger overrides to something more primal.
There's food. Cooked or raw, it's food... Nutrients.
Another harsh crack echoed in his Prey's ears, the sound almost comforting as they knew they were closer to sustenance. Their tiptoes barely clicked in their mind, while that caused a growing bout of confusion and worry deep in their stomach, something they saw paused it entirely.
His Prey locked eyes with their Captor, severed legs and arms strewn across his work desk, broken bones and live muscles pulsing in the open air. A small grill was plugged into the wall, some thigh meat cooked dryly above it, lightly reacting to the electrical fire under it.
They twitched, something in their mind yelling that something is wrong.
Something was very, very wrong...
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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