It’s a slight bend of the truth, but not a total fabrication.
Master chuckles. “If that were true, I’d know.”
Double s**t. Also, my eyelids feel super f*****g heavy. So do my hands. And my feet.
I stare at my corn chowder. Most of the bowl is gone; I’d chugged it down like the starving woman I was.
I glance over at his bowl. He’s barely touched it. Realization dawns on me. He sees it, and that evil grin is back.
“What… did you… do?” My words sound slurred. And like they’re not my own words. Not from my own body.
Master slowly slides from his chair and walks over to me. He strokes my hair back with one hand. “It’s more about what I’m going to do. I’m going to teach you a very important lesson, umnitsa. One that you need to learn quickly now that you belong to me.”
He scoops me up int
