As you lay beneath the death table, you could hear Thomas's heavy breathing. As he removed the saw that was stuck in Max's chest, he thought about what to do now. You put your hand over your mouth to muffle your wheezing.
Thomas's footsteps moved away and you were finally able to leave where you were. You let out a strangled scream when you saw your future fiancé lying on the table with the skin missing from his face. You started to cry and feel useless, but you knew you would need strength to escape from that place.
You stumbled your way up the stairs. Very cautiously you opened the huge metal gate. Walking crouched down you reach the front door and open it. You are surprised by Charles or Hoyt as you prefer. He pointed his finger at you and yelled, advancing towards you. "You're not going anywhere, you're staying for dinner."
He grabbed your wrist and took you by force to the kitchen, making you sit down, he asks Luda for some ropes and ties you up. You scream and kick the air. "Get me out of here! Let me go!" you begged, but he just looked at you and laughed in your face.
He puts tape over your mouth to stop you from calling for help. "Scream all you want, little piggy.", he laughed and joked about the situation. You tried to remove the ties that tied your hands to the chair.
"You're not leaving, don't insist.", he growled. Slapping you across the face. You calm down and look around. You see Thomas walking into the kitchen carrying his chainsaw. He rests on the table and looks you in the eyes. Soon his gaze drops to your cleavage.
You try to scream, but the tape on your mouth doesn't allow it. Hoyt looks at his nephew. "Thomas, give our guest a taste of what's to come.", he pats Thomas on the shoulder. Waving, he approaches you and kneels in front of you. You stop moving and look at him. Thomas reaches out to touch your face, you even try to pull away but he grabs your chin.
You suddenly spit in Thomas' face and he quickly pulls away and cleans up where you messed him. He growls and grabs you by the shoulders. Hoyt steps in and throws Thomas out. "Don't rack your brains with people like that, Thomas."
Hoyt walks over and slaps you across the face again. "Behave some manners in my house.", he starts serving some kind of soup. You notice him placing a few fingers on your plate. "This plate is for you my dear.", he says and places the plate in front of you. "Eat."
You don't move because you're tied up so he decides to feed you. He takes the spoon and starts spooning soup into you. "Eat it all.", he orders. You struggled to eat it all and without making a face. Thomas watched this, sitting down, he ate his soup. He ate and spilled it on the table.
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