She sat looking at this simple but healthy snack and looked up at him who sat opposite, a glass of wine in his hand, which he lazily twirled.
"You can eat," he prompted her, "it's not poisoned, I promise."
"As if I'd believe a single word coming out of your mouth."
"And you're right not to, but I won't go so far as to...kill you."
The word was disturbing.
Crystal waited a little longer, then resigned herself to eating. Her attitude would have been too stupid and childish.
Everything was good.
"May I ask what time it is?" inquired Crystal, swallowing a grape.
"I'll just say you're past your breakfast hour."
"Nor did it occur to you to ask me what I wished to eat."
"No, it didn't."
"Nor yet to offer me a glass of your wine."
"Nor did it occur to you."
"And why is that?"
She was sufficiently restored now. She could return to the battle. The barrel was full, there was nothing left to do but light the powder. And they decided to do just that.
"Because you're not a guest."
The tension was terrible. Crystal screamed, jumped to her feet and threw her half-empty plates in Jarrod's face, along with her glass and carafe of mineral water.
"This is what I do with your food, your protection !"
Jarrod struggled to protect himself.
"Stop it!" he shouted back.
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Jarrod ran to her, grabbing her and encircling her in his wrestling arms before dragging her back into the bedroom and throwing himself on the bed with her.
"I warned you, but you decided to ignore it anyway."
They stared at each other for a quarter of a second with an almost unbearable intensity, then kissed with a lust and savagery that almost hurt her, but which she adored.
They feverishly stripped off their clothes and kissed non-stop, their breaths and drooling resounding throughout the room.
Becoming impatient as he should in moments of intense emptions, Jarrod waited no longer and tore off her bra; freeing her firm white breasts.
"I've always had a soft spot for the color pink. It's such an attractive color." he whispered, before thinking with his head to take into his mouth a rosy nipple that was already hard with desire but which he hardened even more with his expert mouth, greedily licking the rim, sucking and nibbling. It was so delicious that the young woman lost her breath.
"Jarrod...!"
But he wasn't done yet. He tore off her lacy panties too and tossed them carelessly away.
"There, that's even pinker. But sorry, I don't have the strength to waste any more time on foreplay."
He knelt down heavily and drew the young woman close to him.
"Darling, spread your thighs wide."
She obeyed obediently.
And he penetrated her with a vigorous kidney stroke, whose fiery, perfect invasion aroused in them an almost heart-rending moan of pleasure.
He wasted no time either, moving gently at first. He immediately adopted a cadence that stirred him ardently.
He now held her hands with one eager, possessive hand, while the fingers of the other stroked her clitoris hard, inventing various arabesques on this small but most pleasurable part of her being. It was brief, but Crystal could have sworn it went on for hours.
"Fuck! Crystal, I'm going to cum!"
"No, not inside me." she protested, not very convincingly.
"Yes, oh yes!" he assured, looking straight into her eyes, his face awash with sweat, a sadistic smile on his lips. Then she closed her eyes, biting her lips again.
At the last moment, he stopped moving, which surprised her and forced her to open her eyes to see what was going on, what he was up to, but seeing his expression, she should have known better and not fallen into his trap.
He kept smiling as he gave one last wild thrust, during which he came and poured into her.
Crystal could only cum with him, which was incredible.
"You bastard!"
She arched her back to receive it all inside her.
She fell back heavily onto the bed, then astonished, Jarrod took her by the waist and straightened her up to hug her tightly, clearing her face smooth with sweat and red from her exertions with a firm yet gentle hand before running his mouth over it and licking her half-open lips.
"Would you like me to give you a note?"
"No, I'll give you one."
He only smiled, sure of himself.
"No need to lie to me, baby, if there's one thing I'm certain of, it's my talent in this area."
She pouted.
"It's really not modesty that's suffocating you."
He caressed her cheek.
"You have to be aware of your gifts to live well."
She turned her head and bit his hand.
He only laughed.
"With this, I'll make sure to escape, no matter the cost."
"I hope so. What we just said is just the beginning."
He plunged his gaze into hers, as he brought an expert hand down to her breasts, pinching them before moving even further down, to her navel, to push it in, then even lower. After a final, particularly intimate caress that made her tremble from head to toe while enraging her greatly, he finally detached himself from her.
"I won't shower until you're asleep."
Crystal gave him a burning, outraged but also helpless look.
He really meant everything, or maybe almost nothing. At least, she hoped so. Didn't she?
But for the moment, there was nothing she could do.
She screamed angrily as she made her way to the bathroom without even bothering to cover up, oblivious to this rather, and closed the door with a sharp bang.
He couldn't stop laughing at the scene.
That night, they ate a simple but succulent dinner: hearty salad and fried chicken, washed down with a tasty rosé wine, and an apple each.
As soon as dinner was over, the young woman felt funny, languid and tired.
She knew instinctively what was happening to her. What he'd done to her.
"How?" she could only murmur from her now pasty life.
Jarrod, who like the beast he was, had followed his captive's "malaise" with interest and pleasure, pointed with an eloquent gesture to the apple.
"The apple", she murmured, closing her eyes tightly.
"Funny, isn't it?" he said, his tone even more suggestive than possible. She wrinkled her forehead, not immediately understanding.
"Huh ?"
Then she understood. He was talking about Adam and Eve, but this time, the roles were reversed.
"You scumbag."
"I'd better take a shower," he said as if it were obvious.
"I'll make sure you pay for this..."
"Hush now. Sweet dreams."
The last thing the young woman saw was his initially sardonic expression, which gradually changed as she sank into unconsciousness. Then came the black hole.
When she awoke, Crystal couldn't immediately remember where she was. When her memory returned, she immediately sat up on her bed.
She searched but couldn't find a watch, so she didn't know what time it was.
She also didn't know what drug her lover had given her, but apart from a slight fatigue, she felt no pain.
"Awake, I see."
He popped up in front of her almost like a magician, which both annoyed and attracted her at the same time.
"Yes, as you can see. What time is it?" she inquired brusquely.
"Time for you to go occupy the bathroom."
As neither replied nor moved, Jarrod widened his smile while crossing his arms.
"I'll give you exactly eight minutes. Not one more."
"Or else what! And why eight minutes?"
"Because it's original. Now go on, baby."
"I'm not your baby!" she protested fiercely.
"Seven minutes," he counted.
Then Crystal feverishly pushed back the sheets, jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, whose door she smashed for the second time.
"One day, I'll kill you!"
When she emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing a short bathrobe.