snippet four

It's time for breakfast. Come closer to this side. It's fruit and yogurt today. Have a strawberry.

Here. I'll put it through the bars.

No. You'll eat from my hand, or not at all.

I can see you thinking.  Do I bluff, darling? Have I ever said something and failed to come through? Lean forward. Take it in your mouth.

That's it. Have some more. I know you're hungry. You forgot your manners last night and we didn't get to have dinner together.

Thirsty? Here, I have a water bottle. No, don't be stupid, I'll hold it.

Do you like it? Yes? Then what do you say?

You're welcome.

I'm sure you're telling yourself you're only doing this to keep your strength up. I know. The first duty of a prisoner is to survive, right? It doesn't really matter, though. You're coming to associate obeying me with pleasure. No, pleasure is too strong a word, we're not there yet, but with the simple basic needs of life. You're good for me and you're warm, and fed, and you get water.

... Was that a *joke*?

Don't flinch. I'm not angry. I'm just surprised. And *pleased*, darling. You're allowed to talk. You just aren't allowed to disrespect me.

Who's cock you have to suck to get some coffee is mine, of course. How do you take it?

Oh, darling, no. Don't regress. You were doing so well. Yes, you spoke to me, you betrayed yourself, but you need to eat and you won't if you disobey me.

Black, with sugar. That wasn't so hard. That wasn't your soul. Just a tiny little fact. And now you can eat some more.