Lightning flashed across the sky as I finished my tea. "I should bring Bo some food. Is he normally at the station about now?" I sigh and get up stretching. Vincent nods before also getting up. "Come up with anything for dinner yet?" I ask as the two of us grab the tea pot and cups to go inside. "Hmm. . .pot pie." They tell me. "And dessert?" Vincent stood still for a moment thinking while I packed up a sandwich, one of my juice pouches, and a babybelle cheese for Bo in my purse. "Cake. Chocolate." Vincent mutters and I chuckle softly. "You're so lucky I bought all those groceries." Holding my purse I walk up and go to the doorway. Vincent held my wrist for a second. With a soft smile I motion for him to lower his head. Giving the mask a peck on the forehead I smile. "It's ok, really, I'll be right back." Vincent touched the area I kissed. They stared silently as I walked down the porch steps.

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Soaking in the rain I take a deep breath and listen to the thunder. A flash of lightning shown across the sky. "One. Two. Three. Four. Five." Boom! "Mile away." I smile as I walk down the street. Getting closer to the station I could begin to hear loud music playing. I shrug it off as I walk under the structure where people get gas. I can never remember the name of it. Opening the door I look around for Bo. "Hey Hoe! I brought you food!" I shout over the blaring music. No response. "This bitch." I huff under my breath and see another door. Walking my ass over I see some stairs. "Bo!" No response over the music. "Fuuuuck I don't wanna do this." Cautiously I start stepping down curing the whole way. Another door was across from the stairs so I made my way over. "Bo! Lunch! Now! I've gotta get started on dinner!" I shout knocking on the door. For the 3rd time nothing. Opening the door quietly I look inside. Bo was just fucking vibing and listening to music in this little fucking torture room. There was an old hospital chair, tools, you'd think that you'd just step into a freaking bdsm cnc room. *cnc: consensual non consent*.

"Bo! I've been calling for ya!" I exclaim causing Bo to turn around and almost jump. "Fuck! Don't sneak up on me like that." Bo tells me as he turns down the music. Rolling my eyes I pull his food out of my purse and set it on the torture chair. Look I've seen some weird shit these passed couple days. Just." I take a deep breath and rub my temple. "Be home for dinner. We're having chicken pot pie and chocolate cake for dessert." Bo looked over at his food. "What kind of sandwich is that?" "Peanut butter and honey." I answer as I look around. Right over the chair was a grate to the street. "Hmm." I hum and adjust my purse. "So what did Vincent do to get you to make his favorite dinner?" Bo asks unwrapping his food. "Won a bet. It's gonna be done in bit so just come home when you're done with. . .whatever this is." I motion to him with an open hand. Turning around I look over my shoulder. "You should clean up a little bit. If you really want to hurt people you should have sterile tools and space. Messes with their heads more." Bo stares wide eyed for a moment while I walk out. Making my way back up I shiver. "Ugh." I shudder at my out reaction to seeing what I did. "Nice thighs." I hear and look down. "Ah! Fuck!" I jump off the grate I didn't know I was standing over. "Perv!" "Hey you were standing right above me! Be happy I didn't see your underwear. Hey are you even wearing any? Can't tell with your thighs covering." Bo laughs as my face turned a bright shade of red under my makeup. "None of your business Bo!"

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Reaching the front door of the house I hear barking. Sounds like Rosie is back from running around. Opening the door Rosie runs up to me with her tail wagging. "Hey girl." I smile and kneel down to pet her. "Can you say Bo sucks?" I chuckle as the dog wags it tail happily. Foot steps started out of the basement to the kitchen. "Hey Vincent. Wanna help me with dinner?" I ask looking up. Vincent looks at me in a 'how did you know I was me' way. "You walk slightly heavier than Bo. And Lester has keys so he jingles when he walks." I tell Vincent as I get up. "So wanna help me with dinner?" I ask and Vincent nods. "Come on hun." The two of us walk into the kitchen and get everything out.

As I start chopping up the vegetables Vincent starts seasoning the chicken. "Here." I say and hand him some seasoning mix (whatever you like). "Measure it with your heart." I smile and go back to chopping. Vincent put the chicken in the oven and I start making the filling. As I put the ingredients into a big pot I feel arms wrap around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder. "Need something hun?" I ask Vincent. "Warm." I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Partially at Vincent calling me warm and partially at how just a couple days ago I was terrified of these men and now I'm letting one hold me while I cook.

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"Well fillings done. Chicken should be done in a couple minutes. Let's get started on the crust." I smile at the masked man. He nods and let's me go. Starting on the pie crust I look over to my present company who was standing by the counter. "How long have you worn the mask, or masks?" I ask curious. Vincent shrugs and walks off into the living room. After a minute of stuff shuffling around they come back into the kitchen with some pictures in his hands. I was putting the crust in the pie plate. "Hmm?" I hum and look over. "My hands are covered. Mind showing me?" Vincent nods and hold the photos where I could see.