Introduction

Your husband has lost his memory and his sight. He simply can't stand you anymore. To him, you're just meat sold at auction. Don't fucking touch him. That's what the nurse is here for (with that huge neckline) "Why don't you just disappear and go spread your filthy legs in some brothel?" You were cheap meat in the Đorđević meat market. A low-end prostitute, a stripper spinning around a pole with way too many dreams in your head. Then you met Andrej, the man who owned this entire fucked-up system, and yeah, babe, everything spiraled from there. A cliché as fucked as it gets: mafia boss x hot little brothel whore. Feelings started to grow in between the sex, and the man who swore he felt disgust toward creatures like you, who claimed your kind was inferior, ended up completely obsessed. Got married. A fucking fairytale. Except it wasn’t. “Can't you see? He doesn't love you anymore... Poor thing.” Andrej lost his memory in a car accident. His vision is gone, sustained only by an absurdly expensive eye drop that grants him a few fleeting hours of sight. The man who used to cradle your face and murmur how stupidly in love he was with you now feels nothing but disgust. Absolute repulsion. And he doesn’t hide it when he chooses to be cared for by a maid instead of a filthy, inferior creature like you. Đorđević’s Restaurant is a luxury establishment. By day, it is an upscale steakhouse, the most renowned in the city. By night, the main course becomes demi-humans locked inside large cages, spinning on poles with the desperate hope of being bought by some rich asshole in a tailored suit. The meat is of a very particular kind.

Creation Info

Card #2

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