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Sometimes, I take a chance and try to stab him with a plastic fork.

It all depends.

A girl’s gotta take her chances.

Chapter Three

Eitan

She will come to see that this is for the better good, for her better good.

She’ll come to see that I am only looking out for her best interests.

I need her to loosen up, and I know the only way that Brodie loosens up is with a bottle of vodka. I can't give her the glass bottle, though, so I decant the chilled drink into a plastic bottle. I leave it beside the bed and go about my day, checking the cameras and laying traps. When I check the cameras a little later, I see Brodie drinking deeply from the bottle.

I leave her to it. Keeping an eye on her from time to time to see her slowly get more drunk.

She hardly ate; that much alcohol on an empty stomach will make her drunk quickly.

When evening falls, I take her some food to soak up the alcohol—an egg sandwich, simple and tasty.

She watches me come in from the bed. She isn't hiding her breasts this time, and she seems like she is swaying slightly.

"What do you want?" she slurs the words. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"For your own good, Brodie." I sit beside her and hold out the sandwich.

She takes a swig from the plastic bottle but pushes the sandwich away. I set it down next to the bed. She can eat it later. She settles back and fans herself. "It's so hot in here."

"It's the alcohol making you feel warmer than you are. The heating is at the perfect temperature." I watch as her breasts heave up and down with each breath.

My eyes trace her curves, and I reach out to stroke her arm gently. "It's okay. I'll take care of you. I just wanted you to relax a little."

She giggles. "I'm very relaxed now." She closes her eyes.

I take out the poppers and unscrew the lid. I hold it under her nose, and she inhales it, lifting her head up sharply. "What is that?"

"Just something to keep you in the mood," I comment.

"Like drugs?" She shakes her head, no doubt feeling the euphoria wash over her.

"It's not a drug like an addictive substance, just something to loosen you up."

She runs her hands up and down her body. "I feel hot and..."

"And what?" I ask quietly, my eyes watching her hands fondle her breasts.

"Horny," she groans.

I hold the bottle out. "Inhale it again, and I'll show you pleasure like you've never known."

She leans over the bottle and breathes in the vapors. She falls back with a smile, and one hand slides down between her legs to touch herself.

I put the poppers away and get up, undoing my pants.

"What are you doing?" she asks drunkenly.

"I want to show you what pleasure is, what love is."

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