Chapter Five
Every day now for nearly two months, I am Llewellyn’s model for his paintings. Every night I am the feast on which his body dines. I’ve come to accept this without question because my body desires it so. On the nights he does not appear, I’m left hungering for him and can barely sleep. I’ve determined that the artist is deliberate with this, just to keep me mindful how much I crave the physical stimulation, pleasure and release. I’m also aware that he offers me to Kee and Michal on his whim. Sometimes they precede Llewellyn taking me; sometimes they follow. Sometimes both enter me in a night, but usually it’s just one or the other. Michal comes most often. Kee, when he does, is so utterly kind. I wonder if he truly agrees to my captivity. The looks I get from him during the d
