He shops at your local supermarket. He drives beside you, waving to let you into the lane ahead of him. He also has an elaborate cage in a secret basement under his garage. The food he's carefully shopping for is to feed a young woman he's holding there against her will -- one in a string of many, unaware of the fate that awaits her. This is how it's been for a long time. It's normal ... and it works. Perfectly. But this time it's different ...
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How do you feel?