Yes

So no audio book? Haha

See your sexy face then

I quickly realize I have no idea where I am. I try to get out of bed before the footsteps reach the room. I can’t feel my legs. It feels like they are there. But nothing is happening. The door unlocks, an older man walks towards the bed with a silver platter. (He gives me a sinister look) “you must be hungry” Hungry!? Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you?! In due time he whispers, my head is foggy and vision blurry, he must’ve date raped me. I notice that it looks like I’m in a young boys room. Track star trophies along with various other awards and accomplishments. I ask to be let go, he whispers, some things you can’t walk away from anymore…he ask if i like the smell. The smell of what I ask? The smell of karma he whispers. He unveils a meal from the platter. He whispers, I made you legs. ( I must admit I am hungry) you haven’t eaten in days he exclaims. So I give in, (not sure what kind of meat this is, but it’s delicious, of course I ate every last bite) I enquire about the room. He whispers, crazy how things can suddenly be taken away from you, without you even seeing it coming. He starts to walk out of the room. I curse at him to let me go and to not walk away from me when I’m talking to him. (He smirks and whispers, I bet you wish you could walk away, walk away…he returns the next day with another helping of what I assume must be some kind of mystery meat. Of course I indulge. I’m a gluten after all. When I’m done, he places a tablet beside me. Before he presses play on a video, he tells me I can walk away after I watch it. He proceeds to press play. It appears to be a pov video from a go pro. Someone running alongside the street at night. The area looks familiar, everything seems normal, then all of a sudden the camera turns abruptly, now all you can see is headlights. The video pauses, then zooms in on the windshield, all i see if a partially covered face. (the old man whispers) gluttony is often a sin that is quite overlooked even difficult to notice. Even when it stares you directly in the face. Almost like looking into a mirror! I then realize the partially covered face is non other than my own. The horror sinks in…another video plays, a news anchor reads a story about a fatal hit and run involving a young teenager. The old man whispers, I wish my son made it home from that nightly run. But he did not. I start to cry and apologize, i beg to be let go. He whispers, i said i would let you walk away after.he then rips the blanket off of me and reveals my legs are gone! He then shows me a bag of food to go and shouts, don’t forget to take some of yourself home with you!

@Tony Acero i was going with the short stories from Stephen King called tales from the crypt kind of vibes