Katie could smell bacon lingering in the air; she glanced at Emma, who met her eyes and looked a trifle more embarrassed than she was already. So that's how it works, Katie thought: she f***s him, she gets a decent breakfast. I fight back, so I don't. Her stomach tightened at the thought of any kind of food, though, and she didn't make a fuss when James tugged her down onto her knees again in the middle of the stone-flagged floor.
Emma clicked carefully over to her. "Um, are you going to undo her hands, or..." she faltered, staring at James.
"Go ahead," he said. "Katie, you don't mind if Emma feeds you, right?"
"Actually," Katie began, but found the cup being tipped against her lips before she could finish.
It was a cheap protein shake, with a gritty texture and a whiff of fake strawbe
