“Try to refuse,” Stine warned, glanced at Alon, who was bent from pain, without a dose, “Come with me.”

Alon tremblingly tried to rise.

“On your fours!” ordered Stine, unhooked the leash of Alon and took him away, locked up Ad, so he wouldn’t run after him.

“Get up,” said Stine, as soon as they came into the bedroom of Aletta. The pain pushed Alon to the floor; his arms and legs were shaking, refusing to obey. The beast heavily leaning against the wall stood up. Stine kicked the man in the stomach. Alon fell hard. “Nonentity!”

Stine beat Alon skillfully, beating the insides and trying not to leave traces. The beast knew that even if Stine didn't think about it, he secretly hoped to kill him.

Aletta walked in the room with a syringe.

“Stine! I'm begging you, not in the face, we have an appointment tonight.”

Stine kicked Alon on the genitals. The man moaned, trying to soften the blows. Aletta came closer.

“Come on,” she said warmly to the friend, shot up the adrenaline. The pain receded almost instantly; the head was familiarly spinning, Alon began to feel sick.

Aletta pointed to the table. It was already packed with mush for breakfast.

Alon quickly ate the slop.

“I'll come after lunch. Then I’ll take you to the toilet,” Aletta smiled, reached out her lips to Alon, touched them. “You may thank me…”
from the novel For a slave 
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