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One plate is blue and the other is white. Both plates have the same food. Steak, green beans, and a baked potato with just a little butter. It looks and smells delicious, but we'll both have to eat very slowly to not get sick.
The voice comes out over the speaker. “The food on the blue plate is drugged. I'll leave it to the two of you to decide who gets the drugged food. I think you know which would please me, and I think you know you need to factor pleasing me into all of your decisions from this point onward.”
I swallow hard, staring at the food. “If I take the drugged food, you can fight him off if he comes in,” I say.
Seven shakes his head. “He means the drugs for me; that means the amount is too high for you. It could endanger your life if you eat it. I'm not going to risk it. You arenoteating the drugged food.”
My lip is trembling. “But if you eat it, he could come in here and...”
His expression goes tight. “I know.”
“We could split the food on the white plate,” I offer.
“That'll just piss him off, and you need a full meal. Fuck! You eat the food. I won't eat. I'm not going to let him come in here and...”
“You have to eat,” I say. “If you die, I'll be here with him by myself. Please don't leave me alone with him.”
Seven pushes the white plate toward me. “Eat,” he says.
“What if they're both drugged, and he's just playing with us?” If that's the case there’s nothing we can do. It's either drugged food or no food.
Seven doesn't reply to this. He just watches me. Finally, I give in and start eating. I still think we should have shared this food. But he's right about it making our captor mad, as though we’re trying to cheat at his game.
I've nearly finished eating the food on my plate and drinking the water when Seven finally makes the decision to eat his own. He knows there’s no choice. He either eats or he dies.
I can tell it pains him to leave me unprotected while he's unconscious, but what other choices do we really have?
“Come here,” Seven says when he's finished eating. He pulls me into his arms, and we lie down on the mattress curled up together. I grip his hand, willing him not to fall asleep even though I know he won't be able to fight the drugs.
I hear it when his breathing pattern finally shifts, and my breath hitches in panic.
A few minutes later, the door to the cell opens for the first time.
Our captor steps into the room. Given the monster he so obviously is, I expected him to be ugly, but he isn't. At least not on the outside. He’s cruel beauty. A little shorter than Seven, probably six feet tall, and not quite as broad. In a fair fight, Seven would win no question, but I can see the clearly strong and lethal muscles under his T-shirt. He has strange light gray eyes that appear empty of everything and hair just a little lighter than Seven's. He's clean-shaven, where Seven has a growing beard, probably because of an inability to shave in here.
I grip Seven's hand harder as if he can protect me from our captor while unconscious.
The menacing stranger, the man who has insisted I, and I alone, call him master crosses the room to us. He hasn't demanded a title from Seven, and I'm starting to think his assessment is right. This man wants to make Seven a monster and me their whore.
He pries my fingers out of Seven's while I struggle against him and cry. “Please... please... don't hurt me.” I've never been more afraid than I am now in this man's presence.
He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy. Then he says, “Please, please don't hurt me, what?”
“M-Master,” I say quickly.
He nods, satisfied with this answer but unwilling to offer me any reassurances to answer my plea.
He picks me up off the floor, then walks me to my corner on the other end of the room.
“Sit,” he demands.
I slide wordlessly to the ground, the tears moving down my cheeks. Then he turns and crosses the floor to Seven. He grips the man by the shoulders, and drags him to the door.
“W-wait, where are you taking him?”
He looks up at me and smiles a hollow, soulless smile. “Oh, don't worry Pretty Toy, you'll get your turn soon enough.”
He presses his thumb to a keypad, the door slides open, and he drags Seven out, leaving me alone in the cell.
