A Second Meeting with Veronica

You woke up to your alarm the next morning feeling quite rejuvenated. With only a slight hangover holding you back, you were ready to take on the day! After quickly showering at Lily's apartment, you called for an Uber to take you back to your car. Fortunately, the vehicle was still parked at the bar, and you were able to leave the city behind and head back to the manor.

You arrived just in time for breakfast. Megan looked relieved to see you at the table, no doubt worried when she found your bed empty. You gave her a peck on the cheek before digging in to the meal. It was delicious as always, and once you were finished, you parceled out the days tasks. While Megan and Brinda were given their standard fare, you decided to step things up a bit for Lily. You assigned her bathroom duty, a rather unpleasant job. The doctor grimaced at the assignment, but did not complain.

With all your girls sent away, you once again descended into the basement. In your hands was another plate of food and a glass of water, again prepared by Brinda. You hoped the teen was not getting suspicious. Regardless, you made your way to your cell block and peeked through the window. Veronica was right where you had left her, collared in her cell. She was lying on her bed, not asleep but not as full of energy as yesterday. Punching in the code, you open the door.

"How's my girl doing today?" You ask smugly, entering the cell. Again standing at a safe distance, you glance in the corner. The kicked away plate is still there, though most of the food was gone. It seems the hunger had gotten ahead of her pride. You wondered how humiliating that must have been, the once proud heiress to the mafia eating off the floor of her cell.

However, it seemed the fight was not quite out of her. "Fuck you!" She screamed, again lunging at you. "I'm not your fucking girl!!!" She strained against the collar, practically **** herself just to try and get a hit in. She had spirit, you'd give her that.

"This is futile, Veronica," you sigh, leaning against the door frame. "There is no way out of this situation. The phase of your life where you had power... where you had control... it is just over. You need to accept your new reality."

"You need to accept that I'm going to fucking KILL YOU when I get out!" She yelled defiantly. Grabbing her chain, she tried to tug it out of the wall. "Fucking fuck! You... fucking... cornuto... god damn... UGH!"

"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it, then," you mumbled coyly. "After all, only good girls get breakfast..."

"So!" She spit, staring daggers at you. "I don't want your fucking **** food. I want out!"

"Pity." Raising the water glass, you slowly begin to tip it over. "I thought you might be thirsty..."

She glares at you as the water begins to pour onto the floor. You knew she was parched. You knew she would have to slurp it off the ground. And so did she. It was a game of chicken, her pride versus her base needs. She lasted longer than you thought she would, standing firm in defiance until half the glass was gone.

"Okay, wait!" She snapped, her proud voice cracking. "Okay, okay... I want it..."

"You want this?" You stopped pouring the water. "But didn't you hear what I said? That only good girls... my girls... get food?"

She finally seemed to be cracking, her angry eyes softening ever so slightly. "I can be... fuck, what do you want from me?"

You shrug. "Not much. Just ask your Master for it properly and you can have it."

Veronica balled her fists. You could tell this was a near impossible request for her. To bow to her captor. To utter such humiliating words. She may honestly rather just die! Yet, her stomach had no such intentions. It was begging, pleading with her to just give in. From her face, it seemed like that was winning.

"Fine!" Her voice was suddenly softer, more ****. "I would like some food... Master..." She winced as she said the words.

"There, was that so hard?" You chuckle, taking a step forward. "Now, then, if you were to also thank your Master, maybe we could think about-"

You had miscalculated.

As soon as you got closer, her entire demeanor changed. Gone was the **** submission, replaced with the wild anger you had seen before. She threw herself forward, lunging at you like a caged animal. You stepped back a moment to late, and pain flashed on your right cheek. Three nails had made contact, each making a cut down your face.

"Fucking bitch!" You growl, your anger getting the best of you. "Let's see how much you enjoy starving!" As you turn to leave, you quickly take stock of the damage. The wound was not serious, shallow enough that it wouldn't scar. However, it had set your training back. You chided herself for such a stupid mistake.

As you left, Veronica wore a smug smile on her face. She thought she had won this encounter. As you threw the food in the trash, you wondered if she would feel the same when she went to bed hungry!