Worse Than Yesterday

The next day started much the same as the last. She’d overslept, and was punished harshly for it. Her stomach groaned while Razir ate his breakfast.

"Get down on your knees, ****," Razir commanded, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's time for your breakfast."

Lydia obeyed, her stomach grumbling loudly; she'd eaten very little yesterday. Razir handed her a bowl, filled with a grey slush that resembled nothing she'd seen or eaten before.

"Eat," he commanded, his voice cold and unforgiving.

Lydia hesitated for a moment, her stomach turning at the sight of the repulsive mixture. But she knew better than to disobey. She took a spoonful, her eyes watering as the taste hit her tongue. It was salty and vile, like nothing she'd ever tasted before.

"Keep eating, ****," Razir said, his eyes never leaving her.

Lydia complied, her stomach churning as she **** down the contents of the bowl. It took her a while, but eventually she managed to finish it all.

"Good job, ****," Razir said, a hint of approval in his voice. "Now, get up and clean the mess you made."

Lydia felt exhausted, both from yesterday’s punishments and her breakfast, but she did as she was told.

“I have prepared a task for you,” Razir said. “We shall see how good your posture is today, and whether you can walk gracefully.”