Master Damien brought the cup to my lips slowly. He tilted it and the liquid ran into my mouth. It tasted medicinal, almost like when you get a Tylenol stuck in the back of your throat. Thankfully there was very little in amount, so I downed what he gave me quickly.

“Do not attempt to refuse us again, Ciara,” Master Damien warned. “You will take this everyday.”

“Yes, Master Damien,” I said quietly.

The meal continued with Master Damien and Master Evan feeding themselves and then feeding me.

There was a wide variety on the tray the man had brought. I knew nothing about the quality of food here, but it seemed to be much better than I was used to eating. It was quite good.

The meal seemed to divided into courses. We had started with what tasted like meat. Next they fed me what I thought of as fruit. The juicy brown junks were sweet and sour all at once. I liked it a lot.

like breads dipped in gravy. That was not my

plate of instant rice and tipping a Little soup over it for flavor. Sometimes I just ate a

was soon very full. I tried to refuse a bite from Master Evan and

to force food into you. It did

ate too much. I nearly did retch

I got a cold. That usually made my nose run

at me. I was still chewing my Last bite and smiling at my own sick sense of humor

my eyes as I

about?” he

G E L A ‘s L

I miss something, Master Damien?” I lied

held my chin and seemed to consider for a moment before he spoke again, “We gave you our Language because we wished to hear you speak. Always

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