Sophia's skin prickled as she felt the cold sauce drizzle over her, the scent of herbs and spices strong enough to mask her fear for a moment. if not for the giant bowl that cupped her body and the monstrous figure looming over her.
"Chill awhile, my sweet," Richard chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through the metal walls, "Let the flavors sink into your delicate flesh."
Her heart hammered against her chest as he slid her into the fridge, the light winking out as the door slammed shut. She curled into herself, shivering both from the cold and from terror, the pungent aroma of the marinade mixing with the scent of her own despair.
When light returned, it was harsh, blinding, and with it came the clasp of Richard's hands, hoisting her from her frigid prison.
"Awake, are we?" His voice was sickly sweet as he set about binding her limbs with rough twine. "Good. I wouldn't want you to miss any part of this."
Sophia's breath hitched as Richard, with his massive, calloused hands, forced the sharpened skewer through her delicate body. She could feel her skin tear and part to make way for the inexorable invasion of the sharp wood. He forced it all the way through until it came out of her mouth.
"Time for a special treat," Richard rumbled.
Sophia’s mind reeled from the brutal reality. The horror of what was happening clashed with an absurd instinct to survive, to fight, even as resignation threatened to drown her. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of the fire that crackled hungrily beneath her. Richard turned on his grill and placed her on the hot metal. She tried to scream but the skewer muffled the sound.
"Ah, don't shut your eyes, little morsel," Richard teased, rotating the skewer, flipping her body on the hot grill.
As he kept turning her, the heat licked at her skin.
Tears streamed down her face, evaporating before they could offer any solace. Her skin prickled and tightened, the first signs of what would soon become unbearable pain. Each revolution brought a new wave of heat, each more intense than the last.
Her heart thundered in her chest, an erratic drumbeat marking the passage towards her end. Sophia felt the relentless rotation. With each turn, the heat seeped deeper.
"Look at you, so ripe and ready," Richard murmured, pushing the spit further, ensuring she was perfectly centered over the coals. "Just a little longer, and you'll be the most succulent roast I've ever had."
Sophia tried to scream, but the sound was lost with the hot wood in her throat and mouth. The scent of her own charring flesh filled her nostrils, a macabre perfume that would forever haunt the corners of her mind—if she survived long enough to remember.
She bit back a sob, her spirit fracturing under the weight of her torment. The giant had taken everything from her: her freedom, her dignity, her hope.
"Today, you are dinner." Richard said, his tone laced with mock gravity.
As the fire embraced her, Sophia's world narrowed to a single point of searing pain. The giant's laughter blurred with the crackle of the flames, and her consciousness flickered like the shadows cast by the inferno that consumed her.
"Goodbye, Sophia," Richard said, a satisfied sigh escaping him as he settled down to watch her cook.
"Look at you," Richard crooned, leaning over the cooked form of Sophia. "Golden and glistening."
His fingers tore into the tender meat, ripping it apart with carnivorous glee.
"Exquisite," he murmured, it took him only a few mouthfuls to finish his meal.
He gnawed on a particularly stubborn bone, he plucked a rib from the roast using it as a toothpick.
The END
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