Cooker | Programmable Slow

Revenge. Justice. Power.

Her grandmother had been wrong. You can rush a heart. You just have to know which buttons to push. Elara closed her blinds, pulled out her phone, and started searching for the ingredients for her next recipe. programmable slow cooker

For eight hours, her apartment grew cold. Not temperature-cold, but atmosphere-cold. The windows fogged. Her cat hid under the bed. A low, rhythmic thumping emanated from the device, like a slow, distant heartbeat. Revenge