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𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒
𝐶𝛨𝐼𝐶𝛢𝐺O, 𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐼𝛮O𝐼𝘚
𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 quietly sat at the dinner table watching as Von came and placed a dish down. She wasn't hungry at all, this was all his doing.
"Fix yo face" Von told her as she instantly mugged him looking at him with a look of disgust.
"Fuck you" the words smoothly flew out her mouth as he smirked as she turned her attention from him.
"We did last night ma" he spoke making her sick to her stomach as she tried to move her ankle which was attached to hand cuffs and the table.
Dayvon thought she was doing too much, so he handcuffed her ankle to the table soon as she sat down not seeing it coming. He wasn't holding her hostage or anything like that.
Or so he thought.
"Your sick" she spat as he sat down across from her.
"I'm not eating this, I don't even trust you! You could be trying to take me out just like this" she said hinting at the food being poisoned.
Dayvon ignored her as he took two lamb chops placing it on onto his plate along with the asparagus and mash potatoes as Celeste watched.
"More for me then" he shrugged as she rolled her eyes at him.
"You ain't eat today, and barely ate anything yesterday. I suggest you eat something" he warned her as she stared at him then the food.
Grabbing one lamb chop she took a bite before purposely spitting it out onto her empty plate.
"I'm allergic" she blankly spoke as he glared at her.
"To you" she finished off throwing the lamb-chop into his mash potatoes before she crossed her arms and tilted her head.
She couldn't understand him, he wasn't giving her any answers. How could someone just kill in broad day light in front of her than have dinner like nothing had happen.
"Why were you at the Museum with the girl you told me you kilt?" she boldly asked being upfront and straightforward about it.
"Who's body did you have me cut into pieces" she shot him another question as he leaned back into his seat staring at her.
