Dinner

Millie looked at the young mercenary as they sat in the small room. He was concentrating on doing something with his sword, maybe sharpening it, but he paid no attention to Millie. He was quite young, looking about eighteen so almost ten years younger than Millie, but he had the muscled look of a warrior already. He was actually quite attractive Millie thought, but then she shuddered when the pain in her butt cheeks and soreness of her anus reminded her of what he had done to her earlier that day.

There was a knock on the door. Matt motioned to her to open it without looking up. Millie did as told and outside on the floor there was two plates of stew and some bread sitting. Millie brought both plates inside, they were quite hot and the stew did not smell very nice. Not unfresh, but just like it had been prepared in a rush by someone who was not going to eat it themselves.

Matt did not look up, so Millie sat down, looking at the food. She was getting quite hungry now and wondered whether they would start eating soon. She was just about to ask when Matt said:

"Wait."

Millie did as he said. Matt got up, dipped some bread in the stew then put it on the windowsill, watching it intently. A bird landed and started eating it. Matt watched the bird finish and as it flew of. Then he picked up one of the plates and started eating. Millie did the same, realising he had checked that their food was not poisoned and wondering why.