The dimly-lit dining room of Saj’s countryside mansion was filled with a thick tension, the kind that hung in the air and threatened to suffocate anyone who dared to breathe it in. Saj, Mano, and the two nieces, Lila and Zara, lounged around the dining table, sipping champagne and indulging in decadent hors d'oeuvres. Their laughter was forced, their smiles brittle, as they waited for the main event to begin.
The door creaked open, and Saad entered the room, looking uneasy and disheveled. Saj gave him a disapproving glance and beckoned him over. “Come here, boy,” she commanded, her voice dripping with venom.
Saad hesitated, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the cruel smiles of the women who would be his masters for the evening. Saj gestured to the empty seat at the foot of the table, her meaning clear. “You will be our table servant for the evening,” she explained, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
Mano, Lila, and Zara exchanged playful, insulting glances, sizing up their new servant. Lila snickered, “At least he’s got a pretty face to look at while we eat.”
Saj placed a large bowl of steaming rice porridge in front of Saad. She instructed him to eat from it using only his feet. Saad hesitated, looking mortified. Saj grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. “You will do as I say, or suffer the consequences.” She said with a cruel smile.
Saad began to eat the porridge with his feet, trying his best to ignore the humiliation. The women laughed and made catty remarks about his clumsy efforts. Mano pulled out a tray of cold cuts and cheeses. She placed it on the floor, ordering Saad to feed her with his feet.
Saad struggled to balance the food on his toes, trying not to drop anything. Mano taunted him, “You’d better not make a mess, or I’ll make you lick it up.”
Zara brought out a large pitcher of iced tea. She poured it into a tall glass, then placed it on the floor. She commanded Saad to drink it using only a straw held in his mouth. Saad took a few sips, trying not to choke on the straw. The women cheered him on, laughing and clapping.
Lila decided to up the ante. She pulled out a large plate of spaghetti and meatballs. She ordered Saad to eat it using only his hands, which were tied behind his back. Saad struggled to eat the spaghetti, slurping it up noisily. Lila giggled, “You look like a dog, eating out of a bowl.”
Saj grew impatient. She pulled out a handkerchief and gagged Saad, silencing his noisy eating. She then proceeded to slap him playfully across the face, ordering him to “Eat up, you little piggy.”
The chapter ends with Saad, exhausted and humiliated, finishing his meal. The women cheer and clap, congratulating him on a job well done. Saj leans in, whispering, “This is just the beginning, my dear.”
The air in the dining room was thick with the scent of victory, the women basking in the glow of their power. Saad, on the other hand, was left to wallow in his humiliation, a constant reminder of who was truly in charge.
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