The room still pulsed with the echo of my cries. My body trembled, not from fear, but from the cruel betrayal of pleasure.
The machine had stopped. My body lay limp, breath slowing, skin still trembling from the high. I hated how good it had felt. Hated how my body responded to his every move. But I didn’t resist when he unclipped my cuffs, wiped me down with a warm cloth, and offered me a bowl, steam curled from the top.
“Eat.” He simply said.
“What is it?” I looked up dazed and asked.
He dipped a spoon and brought it to her lips. “Energy.”
“You’ll be needing it.”
I didn’t open my mouth.
He smiled and pressed the spoon gently to my lips. “Refuse me again, and I’ll feed it to you with my fingers.”
I opened my mouth.
The broth was warm, sweet, and comforting. He fed me slowly, pati
