Wanda presses another glass of water into your hand. You clench your jaw, the condensation seeping onto your palm.
“Another one, really? I’m not even thirsty.”
“Does it look like I care?” Wanda tilts your chin up towards her “you’re a going to drink every glass I bring you, you’ll drink every drop, until mommy only has to press her finger tip to your belly and you’ll burst. Understand my pathetic little girl?”
You nod, wrapping your lips around the metal straw in the glass, sucking slowly.
Wanda’s lips graces a small, her hand moving—tapping the side of your flushed face. “Good girl, shall we test it out now?”














