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Of all the essentials for survival: oxygen, water, sleep, and food, only food is a vast treasure trove of memory and of sensory experience. Food is a portal to culture, to times past, to disgust, to comfort, to love: no matter one's feelings about a particular dish, they are hardly ever neutral.

My mate became mine during a heinous experiment designed to punish her for her disobedience. The scientists who locked me in a cage and stole my humanity gave her to me to ravage. To break. But she is far more than a warm body to distract me from my torment. She is mine. They took everything from me - but I won’t let them do the same to her. She fears me, but there is nothing I won’t give to save her. Even my own life.

He sacrificed everything for me. The beast who took me against my will and tied my soul to his so tightly I can no longer breathe without him. He sacrificed his freedom. His life. For me. They say love will make you do anything, give anything. But what’s between him and I - it isn’t love. It’s a bond. And my destruction.

Some would say the Market is the last authentic part of the city centre. This northern city has reinvented itself as a business and financial centre, bristling with designer shops and bars. A cosmopolitan, twenty-four hour city. Yet slap bang in the centre the Victorian City Market remains what it has always been; a place where you can get anything and see anything - a place teeming with life. The market is the real face of the city - mucky, multicultural and magnificent.