(ASA)
He ignored me. "There's rare steak and water here for you. You need protein and iron from the undercooked meat. At least eat half of it. I'll get the tray later." He headed toward the door like he couldn't escape fast enough.
Feeling hopeless, my mind raced for a way to end my torture. I sat up and scrambled to the tray. Desperation buzzing through me, I grabbed the steak knife that was wrapped in a red cloth napkin, along with a fork. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely hold the knife.
"Asa, no!" Zev growled, lunging for me.
I gave him a panicked look as I pressed the blade to my gut. Before I could shove it into my body, he grabbed my wrist and yanked the knife away. There was a small cut on my abdomen, and a tiny amount of blood dribbled down my skin.
"Why did you stop me? I… I can't take it," I whined as lust gnawed at me like an electric drill. "Please, Zev, put me out of my misery."
