As Sarah lay chained to the sturdy wooden dining room table, a single word flashed through her mind - breakfast. She had no idea how twisted this meal would truly be. Breathless, she watched as her captor, a hulking brute named Jack, sauntered into the room whistling nonchalantly. His thick, calloused hands gripped a gleaming butcher knife and a steaming plate of scrambled eggs and sausage. A crooked grin spread across his rugged features as he approached her, his burly torso glistening with sweat. "Time for your sexual breakfast, sweetheart," he growled, his hot stale breath washing over her trembling body. Slowly, sensually, he began to slice through the fluffy golden eggs and nestled a piece onto her quivering lips. "Eat up," he commanded, hard co Eat up," he commanded, his eyes dark and intense as he held onto the knife, its blade glinting in the dim light of the room.
