Sitting here I still can’t quite grasp what she’s got going through her head. I mean she hates me right? So why go through all the trouble to seemingly impress me? I mean come on… Fine china? Candles, silk table cloth, and smooth jazz…? What is this? A pretty big step from basement prisoner to dinner guest if I do say so myself.
The smell of a glazed ham swirled the air before crash landing in my nose. I’m finding it hard to not drool over both the fine selection of food laid before me, but even more at the revealing emerald green dress she’s wearing at the end of the table. I wish more than anything that she would be my meal, even though I’m truly starving.
“Well, I didn’t do this all for nothing.” She reaches forward and begins to serve herself from the various dishes lain about. “Pl
