lemon and mint

his lost filled gaze upon her form was something that did bother her, though it probably shouldn't have. It was nothing new to have lusty eyes on her, since she in fact had been a slave used for the whims of men's hunger for sex. Yet it still was unpleasant to her, with memories of the carnage upon her body. She had been taught to just lower her head though and let them do as they needed. She had her own method of blocking it out as well.

Her eyes moved to the floor in front of him to avoid his eyes. She knew she was well underweight, but it was of little consequence to her when it kept everyone from accusing her of stealing food and punishing her. She was almost relieved to hear his orders. Silently she stood and moved towards the boar. Sh took hold of the ankle and ripped it away as carefully as she could manage. He'd probably want a bigger peice for himself, but would his mistress be pleased that he was allowing her to eat before she did. She almost felt like she was going to be punished by the woman for this.

As soon as she had the leg free she moved gently placed it between his forelimbs. She then moved back to the boar and looked it over. She should probably take a section of it with more fat and gristle than anything else, she was after all just a slave. Better parts should be left for him and nephthys. She settled for stripping away the flesh from the cheeks and the gut of it. She was quick to do so, not wanting to be told to stop because she was taking her time now. She could remember the last things she ate but this was definitely better. She'd been living on bare minimal scraps when there was any left from when she cleaned Hannibal's den from the parts they didn't eat. She was sort of sneaky about it though, only doing so when he dismissed her. Though she hardly ever saw them not finish a meal. They were getting fat while she withered away.

If only she'd been born on the other side of things. But she was born from a slave and she was not allowed such priviledge. As soon as she was full enough she moved from the boar. Her ears pinned and she sat again. Her eyes stayed off the man but on his spawn. She couldn't deny they were beautiful but she knew they'd grow to be monsters.