The next day I was feeling better. While not the healthiest, pizza was definitely higher in nutrition than my sandwiches. By noon I had managed to eat three slices. I also drank and drank and drank. Dehydration was part of my issues, it turned out.
The more food and water I was able to get in me, the better.
Domenico was different. Still dominant and grating, but now his touch set me on fire. I knew more, understood why.
He was not a sadist. He was my savior.
“He told me to do whatever it took to keep you safe.”
Whatever to keep me safe included how he had to hurt me, because the alternative was far worse.
“How long are we going to be here?” I asked, nibbling on the crust of the last piece I’d gotten down. Even full, I felt a surge of energy that I hadn’t felt in weeks.
His lips for
