He smirks suddenly, something wicked flickering behind his eyes. “You know, there’s another way to get rid of the thirst.”
I blink at him, confused. “What?”
He leans in, that smirk still etched across his face. “You could suck my cock. I’ll fill you with enough cum to keep you hydrated for all the months ahead of us.”
Stunned silence bounces off the walls. Rage burns me from the inside. I throw him the deadliest glare I can manage in my current state.
“Suck your own cock and choke on it, you miserable asshole,” I snap weakly, the words scraping my throat.
He chuckles, but when he turns to leave — a glass of water still in his hand — I feel something hollow tear through my chest.
What is he doing to me?
It's been two days with no water. Only two? Three? Is that right? I can't tell anymore. Time stretches in strange ways in this cell — twisting, unraveling, slipping through my fingers. All I know is that my body is breaking down. My limbs are heavy, my fingers numb. The fever is setting in.
This is it.
I'm not strong enough to last any longer. I put up a good fight, didn't I?
I press my forehead against my knees, swallowing against the burning dryness, against the bile rising in my throat.
I did this to myself.
I'm such a fucking idiot.
I hear him step inside, the sound like a warning of what's to come. He waits a moment before he speaks, his voice soft but cruel.
"Look at me, adorable."
Fuck you, asshole.I don't move.
The silence stretches like the shadows over a grave. Then something cold touches my arm.
Water.
A single, perfect droplet sliding over my skin.
Mocking me.
My hands curl into fists, my entire body coiling so tightly it hurts.
"You're there," he murmurs.
I swallow. Dry. Useless.
"Would you like a drink, adorable?" he continues, voice calm. So fucking calm.
His fingers tilt my chin toward him. Gentle, almost with pity.
"All you have to do is kiss me." My heart drops."Right here," he points to the right corner of his mouth.
My soul shatters. I used to kiss him there.Before.It was like a ritual. A private joke, remembering our first, fumbled kiss.
"Do it."
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I want to. I want to so fucking badly.
