Refuse

"I don't -- "

Maive grabs the back of your head in one massive hand and forces your face against the meat. "One of your betters just told you do to something," they growl, "so you do it." They grind your face into the meat.

"Maybe Dreg's only hungry for a different substance, if you know what I mean. They do have the right shaped mouth for it."

"A fun idea, Kistel, but it's gotta learn to do what it's told."