Emery
Drew and I sit side by side on the soft chair made for two. His hand rests on my thigh as dinner is served. I haven’t been in a room with so much delicious food in so long. Well, I have, but not that I could have eaten the food. Hell, I wasn’t even allowed to look at it.
There’s roast chicken with mashed potatoes, steak, ham, sausages, and bacon, hot bread rolls, cornbread, sweet corn dripping with butter, and so much more. The table is filled with foods that are making my mouth water!
I can’t remember the last time I ate anything like this. I’m not sure my shrunken stomach could handle too much. I lived on bread and water most of the time I was gone. Master would allow me to eat better if I pleased him, but I still had too much fight in me not to cringe when he touched me. He sai
