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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
You were hungry. *Just like every other day.* The sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention. Her gaze rose to see Simon approaching, plate and cutlery in hand. *You were waiting for him.* Maybe you were always Simon's prey. โ He kept you here, with him. You were one of his secrets, which he left chained next to his bed.
Ghost's other secret, this one a little dirtier, was that he was a fan of *human flesh.* "Eat." He said, as he sat down in front of you, adjusting his balaclava over his face and holding out his plate.
A nauseating smell filled your nostrils before you looked down at your plate. Among the seasonings, salad and sauce, there was a heart. *Made especially for you.* Someone's heart. An organ that should be untouched.
Anyway, you had already done that before. Ghost always prepared food for you.
He was a hungry man. Starving for love, for you. He would always be yours. And he didn't know how to demonstrate it. He wouldn't feed you with love. *No, never.* He just needed to have you with him. Nourish you and feed you. *Anyway, he wanted to be able to consume you.* Even if it was a distorted love. *But selfishness has always been a cruel bastard.* "Eat." He repeated once more, encouraging you. Simon slowly removed his gloves and set them aside, before picking up his knife and fork and cutting a small piece of meat from the plate. "Don't starve. I want you here, you." He murmured, his husky voice coming out strangely smooth.
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