Chapter 14 by Zeebop

What is Circe's order for Lois Lane?

Eat

A wave of her hand. A snap of her fingers. Then the unnatural paralysis released, and Lois Lane staggered, gasping, hands over her wounded breasts...and then she followed Circe's arm.

There was a low table, where none had been before. Gold plates were set on it, bowls, platters. Steam rose from heaps of barbecued ribs, piles of yellow rice, black beans, small pastries and spring rolls. No utensils. No chairs, stools, or cushions.

Lois Lane swallowed. She staggered toward the table, Circe's command echoing through her brain. She wasn't particularly hungry, but now...

"On your knees," Circe said. "With your hands. Eat. Now. Eat until I tell you to stop."

Fear drove Lois to her knees. Had her grasp the nearest rib and bring the dripping meat to her lips. Teeth tearing the flesh off, chewing, the juices dribbling down her chin, sauce smeared on her face. As long as she ate, Lois hoped, she would be safe...but Circe disabused her of that notion almost immediately.

"I am famous for turning human beings into pigs," Circe said. "But that's not true. They were already pigs. All I did was make their outer self match their inner self. You're a pig, Lois Lane...a filthy, disgusting sow that pretends she's a thin, svelte woman. Now you're going to stuff yourself like the pig you are...or I'll do it for you."