Delicious Lasagna

	The first thing that Rena felt when she woke was a pounding pain emanating from the back of her skull.  The second was the completely alien sensation of a rubber ball that was resting awkwardly behind her teeth.  The third was the realization that she had been tied to a chair again.  “Gurraa-id,” she moaned, trying to shift herself into a more comfortable position.
	She looked around the darkened room dazedly, noting with confusion that Bridgette had been strapped to a chair as well, though she hadn’t woken up yet.  Her gaze fell on the table next, and the sight of the lasagna safe and sound brought a sigh of relief to her lips.  Well, it would have if it wasn’t for that damned rubber ball.  Instead it was an inarticulate gargle that caused a bit of saliva to leak out of the corner of her mouth.  A wave of revulsion washed over her, and she tried her best to keep her mouth pointed upwards to prevent that from happening again.
	“Excellent, I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” a familiar voice purred, and the lights suddenly turned on.
	The glaring light blasted into her retinas, and it was only with a great deal of willpower that she prevented herself from whining and causing herself to drool again.  She blinked dazedly for a few seconds before the hazy shape of the Queen of the World swam into focus.  The woman looked at her pained squinting with an air of smug satisfaction, then walked forward and settled at the dining table.  She put her elbows on the table, rested her head on her hands, and looked at Rena with a coy smile, “I heard a most interesting rumor recently, my arch-nemesis.  I simply had to find out if it was true.”
	The sight of the villain finally brought back her memories of how the hell she had gotten into this mess.  Bridgette had finished the lasagna, and they were about to sit down to eat when the lights had flicked off, the door had been kicked open, and Rena had been tackled by what felt like multiple people.  She snapped out of trying to gather her thoughts when she saw the Queen delicately stroke the aluminum tray that the lasagna rested in.  The woman must have noticed her eyes widening, because she smiled with malicious glee. “Ah good, it’s still nice and warm.  Now, about that rumor.  I’ve heard that you’ve been shacking up with that trollop,” she said, sneering contemptuously at Bridgette, “And that’s she’s won you over with her cooking.”
	“Now, normally I would have to gain dire vengeance for such a grave betrayal of our bond, but I’m a forgiving master.  I won’t kill her or anything rash like that.  But your cheating on me does call for some form of punishment, and I now know exactly how to get to you,” she said, picking up a fork and knife and raising them over the tray of lasagna.
	Rena could only watch in horror as the villain gently slid the knife into the yielding meal, uttering a muffled, ‘Nuuuuuuu-‘as the Queen reached for a spatula.  She could deal with being attacked, her cat being kidnapped, being experimented on by a mad surgeon, but now she couldn’t even be sure her food was safe?  All will to live drained out of Rena as the villain lifted a large chunk of the steaming food out of the tray, a few delicate strands of cheese still clinging to the pasta, before lowering it to the waiting plate.  The Queen paused, obviously enjoying every second of Rena’s misery, before cutting off a small chunk and lifting it to her lips.  Rena watched longingly as the villain sensually opened her lips and slid the fork into her mouth with agonizing slowness.  The familiar blissful expression of someone tasting Bridgette’s cooking quickly replaced the Queen’s smirk, and the woman moaned decadently, “Oh Rena, if only you hadn’t betrayed me.  This is utterly divine, I may just have to charm the Monster Maestro and keep her as my cook forever.”
	Rena was drooling unabashedly now, her mind reminding her tastebuds of previous magical encounters with her girlfriend’s cooking.  The very thought of never experiencing such pleasure ever again made her groan in pain, and she shook her head ‘no’ in a desperate plea to the villain that was torturing her.  This seemed to only spur the woman on, and she slowly consumed the slab of lasagna, locking her eyes with Rena’s before each bite.  After she popped the last morsel into her mouth, the Queen said with mock innocence, “Shall I have seconds?  I mean, I usually abstain to keep my gorgeous figure, but I think that I will make an exception this time simply because it tastes –so- magnificent.”
	She then committed the most heinous crime that Rena had ever witnessed.  With nary a care that she had already used the utensils to eat, the Queen reached into the tray and began to cut pieces out at random and eating them with joyful abandon.  Tears leaked down Rena’s cheeks as the woman moaned in delight after each bite, and the tray slowly emptied under the villain’s assault.  She finally settled back with a content sight, then giggled as she noticed she had a tiny string clinging to her lips.  With a decadent grace born of total victory, the woman ran a finger over her lip before licking the offending morsel off.  “I’m just so full Rena, I simply couldn’t have another bite,” she sighed, before glancing at the half full tray, “Should I leave the rest for you and your tramp?”
	Rena was beyond all reason at this sacrilege, and was desperately trying to hop her chair closer to the villain in an attempt to bring some form of justice to her.  The Queen watched this display with utter delight, before tutting and saying, “Such desperation is simply unbecoming, it reflects poorly on me as your master!  I’ll just have to continue the punishment then, just to make sure that you remember the lesson.”
	“Oh slaves?  I do believe that I have a meal waiting here for you.  Would you be so kind as to finish this off for me?” she called, and a small stampede of charmed humanity spilled through the doorway.
	They shuffled to the tray and began reaching into the tray and ripping jagged chunks off the lasagna and shoving them into their faces with their bare hands.  Rena slumped into her seat, mind utterly broken as she finally witnessed the full extent of the Queen’s depraved plan.  Each grubby finger covered in cheese and sauce sent spikes of pain ripping through her heart, and she could only be thankful that the lasagna’s demise was quick.  The villain watched her agony with utter pleasure, and she took the scene in before cooing, “Good girl, that’s a much better posture before your queen.  I’m so glad that my lesson got through to you that I think I’ll give you a gift before I leave.”
	Rena looked at her uncomprehendingly as the villain drew closer, dirty fork still in hand.  Her eyes shot open in shock as the Queen straddled her legs and elegantly lowered herself onto Rena’s lap.  Her shock was replaced with sheer pleasure as the fork was passed below her nose and the delicious smell of oregano, tomato, and cheese washed away the agony of the past few minutes.  She groaned unabashedly, not caring in the slightest that rivulets of saliva were running down her chin or that the Queen was now reaching around behind her head.  The feeling of the ball in her mouth being pulled free caught her attention though, as did the villain grabbing a fistful of her hair.  She could only look up in confusion as the woman leaned in close, eyes sparkling in delight, before she felt the cool metal of the fork slide past her lips.  The tines drug across her tongue with agonizing slowness, and the beautiful flavor of the lasagna shattered her mind.
	The Queen rose slowly as Rena moaned beneath her, looking down with a triumphant smirk.  She savored the moment for a few seconds, before pointing at Bridgette and barking at one of her minions, “You.  Untie the bitch over there so that she can release my servant.  If she’ll ever wake up, that is.”
	She then turned back to Rena, who was finally coming back to her senses from the rush of flavor, and said fiercely, “Remember this lesson Rena, you’re my servant, not that weak fool’s.”
	With that, she turned and stalked out of the apartment, her cadre drifting along behind her.  Rena could only weep as the door closed behind them and the faint taste of the most beautiful food in the world faded on her palate.