Delicious

You don't trust anything in this house but between your growling stomach and the maids' icy glares leaves you with little choice. You take a tentative bite and you're shocked by just how good it is, greedily devouring everything on the plate.

"Did you enjoy it miss?"

"Uh, yeah. It was great."

"Why thank you!" The chef seems genuinely grateful which leaves you surprised. When you rise the maids return to flanking you.

"Please allow us to escort you to our Queen, dear guest." Their tone is polite but you know you don't have a choice.

"Alright..." You're led through the house again, it's starting to get on your nerves how they lead you around without any care to how you feel. Of course you're too scared to actually act on those feelings, you can only imagine what would happen to you if you lost whatever favor Jenny is showing you.

You pass through a pair of dark red double doors into what seems to be a throne room. Jenny is lounging on a regal throne and smiles as you enter, overlooking a frightened woman chained to the floor. Her eyes widen as you enter.

"Please help me!" She pleads, in the blink of an eye one of the maids stands over her ans slaps her across the face.

"You will speak when spoken to." The maid's voice is thick with disgust as she looks down on the whimpering woman. Jenny rises and walks towards them with an amused look on her face.

"Enjoy your meal Morgan?" You're too disturbed by her captive to respond. "Interested in the girl are you? Good, I was hoping for your help."

She pulls the girl up and into her arms. You watch her cry as Jenny runs a nail across her cheek, drawing the slightest amount of blood.

"You see my little project has run ahead of schedule! Unfortunately we had some leftovers and I thought to myself 'I wonder what Morgan would do with them.'." She flashes a predatory smile at you. "So why not have a little bit of fun? Go ahead, decide her fate. I promise no matter what you say I'll respect your wishes."

The girl's eyes turn to you, silently pleading.