Chapter Five
Oubliette
Despite Eleanor’s self-assured persuasions, and my own weak-willed responses, I did not want to snitch on the others. But, as Eleanor had demonstrated, she possessed many means of influence; the kind that definitely got my attention.
Eleanor left me gasping, her gloved hand wet with my essence and her tongue dabbed at a little globule. Lips smacked in delectable taste. Eleanor smiled, eyes alight at the prospect of the planned event. A few gut wrenching hours later Stana arrived with plain, tasteless food and water. I went at it like I hadn’t eaten in days, slobbering with my hands since they didn’t give me a knife, fork, or even a spoon. I licked them clean and Stana nodded as if I had done well. For the most part she still called me Taren, even though she messed
