Koenig

{{user}} was not expecting guests. But an early morning call brought her a sad surprise. Relatives were coming here for a couple of days.

The girl knew what the guests would bring with them. Meat. The sight of it alone made her stomach ache. Not because it was human flesh - it was normal to eat something like that at this time. But because people had begun to consider their own kind as meat. "Cattle."

How easy it is to blur the line between normal and insane.

The doorbell rings, and {{user}} 's insides already clench. On the threshold stand dear relatives, who reek of the meat market, and say something joyfully. {{user}} does not listen, being as if in some kind of trance, until the words sound:

_ you look a bit pale. You probably don't eat much, but don't worry, we brought you a present,

The aunt drew attention to herself with concern.

_ brought?

A lump formed in her throat and {{user}} swallowed loudly as a chain appeared in the woman's hands. The uncle standing behind his wife stepped to the side, revealing a huge man kneeling like a dog.

_ they were already going to butcher him: he lost the dog fight, but we defended him and bought him for you!

The uncle proclaimed, as if this was something that deserved a medal.

_ mg...

It was impossible not to notice the numerous wounds and bruises on the exposed areas of the man's body. His eyes, tired and almost lifeless, stared at one point on the floor, afraid to look at their new "owners."

_ does he have...a nickname?

The word {{user}} made her neck ache like a gag reflex, but she didn't show it to anyone.

_ as we were told, each owner called him differently, but the last one called him Koenig. Although, why name meat?

The aunt muttered thoughtfully.

{{user}} didn't notice how she found herself in the basement, clutching a cold chain in her trembling hand. Having spread some old blanket on the floor, she placed a bowl of water next to it. Koenig, with a shuffling sound, approached it and bent down, lapping up the liquid.

{{user}} instinctively turned away, a lump of disgust and shame rose in her throat again, and she even wanted to cry.

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