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“No names outside of the shower,” he says. “We don't want to piss him off.”
I nod my agreement. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to push for more or take me up against the shower wall, but although I know he wants to, instead, he turns the water off and gets out.
When we go back into the cell, I'm wrapped in a bath towel again, and he's dressed in the clothing he was allowed. I go to my side, and after a moment of hesitation, Seven goes to his. He sits in that way he does, watching me. I'm not sure why I went to the opposite side of the cell after what just happened in the shower. Surely we are beyond this necessary distance now.
The voice finally speaks again, the first time in days. “Were you two in there practicing? Well, come on then, entertain me. I'm sure you're ready to eat by now. A steaming hot meal can be yours for the low, low price of your soul and self-respect.”
I can see the muscle tick in Seven's jaw. I know he wants to kill this man.
“This is the last time food will be offered. Fuck now and take the food or starve, and I'll start over with two new toys more willing to play my games. Tell me, Pretty Toy, are you ready to fuck him for your dinner because apparently he's just too noble to take what he wants for the greater good. I guess he would rather you die than watch you cry while he takes you. He's got the wrong priorities if you ask me, so it's up to you to save yourself.”
I feel the tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I look down at the ground. What else can I do? I don't want to starve to death in here.
“Yes,” I finally whisper.
“Yes, Master,” he corrects. “I am your Master, and you will address me properly.”
“You son of a bitch!” Seven says.
The voice sighs. “Okay, I can see I'm going to have to get new toys to play with. You two are boring.”
“Y-yes, Master,” I say quickly.
“Good. I can see our girl is at least ready to play, but is our boy?”
I look up to find Seven glaring malevolent holes into the shiny black camera domes above us. I feel the anger radiating off him, and it scares me even though it isn't aimed at me. Just knowing he has that kind of anger while I'm caged with him activates a survival response where I want to become as small and invisible as possible so he doesn't notice me while in this state.
“Pretty Toy,” the voice says, once again addressing me, “I think our boy needs convincing to let you eat. Drop the towel and crawl over to him. When you get there, I want you to beg him to fuck you.”
I'm crying again. I truly could have sex with Seven without it unraveling my world, but not with this sinister evil psychopath watching and giving orders, intent on making it the most degrading experience possible. But I'msohungry.
My limbs are trembling as I take off the towel and crawl across the cold, hard floor to Seven. He's looking away from me. I don't blame him.
“Please fuck me,” I beg. I want to use his name, but I know this will only get us into trouble so I refrain.
“What did I say three days ago?” the voice says. “You will call him Master. You will address us both as Master.”
I think somehow it breaks Seven more to be put in this position being shaped and molded into a monster against his will, baited with the promise of food and survival. And not just his own, mine too.
“Please, Master, fuck me.” I can barely get the words out.
The muscle in Seven's jaw tightens again, and his face is still turned away from mine. His hands clench and unclench at his sides. He doesn't make a move toward me. It's as though this decision is much harder for him than it was for me.
“Please, just do what he wants. I don't want to die.”
Despite Seven's choice to take me into the shower with him, the enormity ofthisseems almost too much for him.
The voice speaks again. “This isn't fair play. She's willing to play my games. If you aren't, maybe I should come into the cell and fuck her myself. Then she can eat, and you can learn a lesson. How would that be?”
“Don't you dare touch her!” Seven shouts.
There is laughter over the speaker. “I can do whatever I want with her. She’s mine. She belongs to me. And I’m generously offering to share her with you, to allow you to have a piece of her. But strictly speaking, we don't really need you. So if you want to starve and leave her all to me, I won't complain.”
Seven flinches when I reach out and touch his arm. “Please... just give him what he wants.”
“Please, Master,” the voice patiently corrects.
“Please, Master,” I say.
