Breakfast

It had rained in the night, and Razir had left a bucket out to gather water. In the morning, he dunked a cup into his bucket, and drank from it with a satisfied gulp. Lydia watched, her mouth feeling dry as it always did now. Drinking his urine didn’t seem to help much.

“Are you ready for breakfast?” he asked.

She was hungry, but not for whatever **** he had in store for her. “Yes, master,” she said. She knew better than to say no.

“Good.” He reached down on the ground, picking up a slug. It was huge, it tried to crawl around between his finger and thumb. Even the eyes were massive.

Lydia’s stomach crawled at the thought of eating that thing.

Razir smiled, pleased with her disgust. There was a dazzle in his eyes at the thought of how he could **** her to eat it.

Lydia stared at the slug he had handed to her, her stomach twisting. It was longer and thicker than her middle finger.

She didn’t know which side to bite into first.

"Eat," Razir commanded.

She knew better than to defy her master. With a shaky hand, Lydia took a bite of the slug.

It was chewier than she expected, and she could taste the dampness of the earth inside its slimy body. Goo dripped out, sticking to her teeth and her tongue. She swallowed hard, trying not to gag. She coughed, her body trying to resist.

It was so slimy and disgusting as she pushed it around her mouth, trying to swallow it down, but gagging and retching as she did.

"More," Razir commanded.

With a grimace, Lydia took another bite and chewed. She tried to imagine it as a part of her training, that she was building the endurance to survive even the harshest of conditions.

"Finish it," Razir said, watching her with a cruel smirk.

Lydia pushed herself to swallow the rest of the slug, trying not to think about the texture and taste. When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, feeling disgusted with herself.