His Plaything
Every attempt I made to avoid coming back was shut down.
Threatened, actually.
"So, Ms. Campbell," he huffed across from me, "are you always this hard to please?"
I exhaled, sweat trickling down my temple. My lips were burning and swollen. "I can't... take anymore..." I wheezed.
"Endure it," he ordered, equally flushed. "Almost done. Just a little more..."
"ARGHH!" I jumped to my feet, rage flaring. I pointed the half-devoured spicy wing at him like a weapon. "What the hell is this?!"