Breaking purity: The wolf // Michael Langdon

Holy water

Your stomach growls. You were used to the few pieces of food that you were given at the bunker but today you haven't received anything, neither a glass of water. You remember arriving early in the morning, listening to his reasons and after "refusing to cooperate", being locked up in a room. The place is cold and with poor lighting. It took time for you to adjust your vision. The walls create a creepy environment, and the urge to escape was keeping you on your toes for the first hour. But soon you realized that you have nowhere to go, not just because you couldn't escape without being noticed by his power, but because you would probably die outside the Sanctuary. So you spent the day sat on the floor and squirming because of the discomfort of the frozen floor and the hunger. You think maybe he has forgotten you and he is going to let you die in there, but as soon as your eyes are getting hard to kept open because of dehydration, you hear the door creack.

First thing you see are his sleek black boots that come forward to you. You raise your vision and see his glowy blonde hair and his sky blue eyes that are looking predatory at you.

-What do y...? —you try to ask but he brings his finger to his mouth to command silence.

You froze, he is so intimidating even though he has such a calm appearance

- Drink –he says, leaning down and putting a bowl of water he was carrying on the floor by his boot. When he is about to stand straight again, you desperately move your hand to take the bowl, but he slaps it softly –Mouth- he says and you look at him shocked with outrage.

-Fuck you –you respond forgetting that you are cursing.

He smiles in front of your face and inhales deeply. He doesn't want to break you just yet. He exhales as you feel his hot-iced breath and see him taking the bowl in his hand ready to go away with it.

-No please –you beg- Please I'm too thirsty.

He looks at you and leans down again.

-There's not going to be a third chance.

Shame covers your entire body as you look at his smiling face and kneel before him so that you can move you head down to drink from the bowl with your hands behind your back. He is still right in front of you, looking at what he finds to be a delightful scene, holding the bowl so that everytime you stop drinking to catch your breath you can see his hand beside you that is giving you what you most desperately need. You stop when you are satisfied. All of what is happening is so humiliating that you want to slap him, but you know better to cross him.

-What shall you say?

You move your head away, you don't want him to keep his degrading talking. He finds your silence offensive so he catches your hair in a fist causing you to hiss and forcing your face to look at him.

- What shall you say? —he repeats word by word.

-Thank you –you murmur

-Thank you what? - He raises an eyebrow in warning.

-Thank you, sir –you respond completely humiliated.

-Good girl – he says releasing your hair and dropping his finger through your nose with a smirk.

He walks away with the bowl, leaving you alone in the darkness, awaiting nervously for him again.