Milady’s smile only got wider. “I’ll make the time.”
“Good. Anya is demanding my help with the other three.” He started for the door then stopped. “Don’t let her loose when you’re done. She might stick a finger down her throat and vomit. Clear, First Slave?”
“Yes, sir.”
Leo nodded and then left. The door clanged shut.
Milady held up the spoon. Her cultured English accent took on a tenor of menace. “One screw up, just one thing I don’t like, and you’ll find yourself in a real pig sty. Got it?”
Paige slowly blinked her eyes in reply.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Here you go.”
Another spoonful found its way into Paige’s mouth.
“Swallow. I said, swallow!”
Paige worked her throat and down it went.
“Very good.”
Plop. Plop. Gulp. Milady shoveled it in, her delicate fingers
