'Lived long enough to become the villain'
Sasha hummed along to the music playing from the record player sitting snuggly in the corner of the kitchen, ever so careful not to drop her cigarette that dangled from the corner of her mouth into the culinary perfection cooking on the stove. She breathed deeply, inhaling the erotic aroma of the hearty sauce she was focused on. She uncorked a bottle of cooking wine, took a swig, and added some to her concoction. A quick stir and a taste later and Sasha was quite satisfied with her work.
"One more addition and it’s perfect." She pulled a butcher knife from the knife block and sauntered to her male counterpart squirming in the chair he was tied down to. Fear lit up his face as his eyes transfixed on the knife she held. She peered down at him, sneering as she took a drag from her cigarette and blew smoke in his face.
"What’s the matter, honey? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed, running the back on the blade along his jaw. "If you’re afraid I’m going to kill you, I won’t. Not yet anyhow." She rang the blade down his neck, his left arm, and stopped at his left knee cap. "You know, meat is very high in protein. Helps make energy. Helps fight Titans." She poked the edge of the blade into his flesh, drawing a bit of blood. "You look scared there twinsie. Don’t worry," she dug the knife deep into his leg and he screamed in agony. "It’s only a leg. You won’t need it."