I walked into the kitchen and saw him. The man of my dreams. Gordon Ramsay

"Cook for me you peasant" Gordon told me. I stared at him with hearts in my eyes

"Anything for you" I said

"I want crab cakes and lamb" Gordon said

"Coming right up, husband" I said, whispering that last part

"What did you say?" He asked. I felt myself get embarrassed

Did he hear me?

"Nothing Gordon" I said while biting my lip. He looked at me suspiciously

"Hopefully I don't fucking die" Gordon said. I began cooking for the great Gordon Ramsay. Daydreaming, about how he would react to my delicious food. Maybe he would divorce his wife and get with me. I'm basically perfect after all

"What's your name?" Gordon asked

He's asking for my name

I grinned like a little school kid

"My name is Y/n" I said

"Okay, Y/n, hurry the fuck up" Gordon said

Yell at me again

"Yes, Gordon" I said as I continued cooking. Gordon waited as I finished the food. I put the crab cake and lamb on a plate, and then set it on the table for the gorgeous Gordon Ramsay

"Where are my utensils?" He asked. I felt embarrassed that I had forgotten the fork and knife

"I'll go get them" I said

"Incompetent" Gordon muttered. I grabbed a fork and knife and then handed them to Gordon

"Here you go" I said

"Thank you" Gordon said. He began to pick at the food

He's gonna love it

He went to eat some of the lamb but stopped and then inspected it

"Where is the lamb sauce?!" Gordon yelled before slamming the fork on the table

"Uh.." I couldn't get the words out. I was too stunned to speak

"You stupid bitch!" He yelled as he gripped the knife harder. Gordon used to knife to slit my throat. My eyes widened as my hands went up to my throat. Blood covering my hands. I fell to the ground as I couldn't breathe

"No one forgets the lamb sauce and lives" Gordon said. Those were the last words I'd ever hear

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02/04/22

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