He threw her (quite literally, another thing she wasn't happy about) into the box just because she sat down at the table before He did. She had no warning, no way to know that it was going to happen. One second she was sitting down, and not especially violent to Him more than usual, looking forward to the food and the next moment she was being carried backward by her neck, her hands cuffed behind her back. Of course she was immeasurably angry. She always had to heal overnight, she always had to smell food for hours before she was released, and she was always ravenous from both before she even saw the food. He had let her bring a bite to her lips but not taste it before dragging her back out of the room and stuffing her back into the damn jumbo-sized coffin with nothing to eat. He told her through the lid what she had "done wrong." "It's not fair, I didn't know there were any fucking rules about eating!" "If you had known, would you have waited for Me to sit down, slave?" "Hell no, I would have done it sooner. I don't have to do a damn thing You say." "Exactly. There was no point in telling you My rules if you would have rebelled against them anyway. I was protecting you from the consequences of disobedience. However, if you want to eat, you will obey this rule. I cook your food, and I deserve respect at least for feeding you. Waiting for Me to sit isn't hard to do, and shouldn't damage your stubborn pride too much." "So... can I eat?" "Of course. Tomorrow."
Breakfast wasn't the first meal of the day. Since He let her out after sunset, the first meal was Dinner, then Midnight Lunch, and then, finally, Breakfast a few hours before sunrise.
She sat for hours with her knees up to her chest, and after some maneuvering, got the cuffs in front of her. She was small and used to being cuffed, so she was out of them well before the next sunset. They were tight, and cut into her wrists and hands on the way off, but she was out of the draining things, at least. He'd been waiting on her to get out of them. Almost as soon as she had them off, He opened the lid and took them away from her. He must have smelled the blood and gotten hungry, because He dragged her out of the box by her hair and went straight for her wrists. She screamed and begged and pleaded, but He kept feeding despite everything she said. "Just because you don't get to eat today doesn't mean I'm going on a diet." He opened the cuts farther and fed on her until she couldn't beg anymore. He made sure not to bite into her and give her that escape that she wanted. If He'd used His fangs, she would have been enjoying it too much to feel the pain until it was starting to threaten her. She would have been able to disconnect from the pain and just enjoy the almost-orgasmic sensation His fangs left in her mind. Finally, He stood, wiped His mouth and walked out of the room. She tried to get up, but just rolling over was enough to make her head swim and her stomach turn. She just lay there, waiting for her body to pick up the slack and get her back in working order. He came back in, and taped her wrists closed, and wiped the blood off of her body. She forced herself to open her eyes and look at Him. "You don't want your bed to smell like blood, do you? Then you'd never get any sleep, you'd be too busy masturbating all the time, and we definitely don't want that. I need you to sleep and heal for Me so I can use you like this as much as I want." She glared at Him, and hoarsely said, "Fuck You" with as much venom as she could manage. "Oh, you want Me to fuck you? I didn't know you were so considerate, there's nothing like a good fuck after a nice long feeding." She was horrified, and tried to find some way to protest, but He wouldn't be denied after He'd made up His mind. He fucked her for hours, and she couldn't even lift her arms to push Him off of her. When He was done with her cunt, He just flipped her and shoved it into her ass. By the time He finally finished, she was bloody again. He dragged her by her arms to the dungeon, chained her up, and followed her daily shower routine. When He unchained her arms, she collapsed into a pile on the floor, and He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. He put her back into the box, locked it, and left her there until the next night when it was time for dinner again. It took the full 24 hours for the cuts in her wrists, and the other damage He'd done to her body to heal back to normal. The next time He let her out, she waited for Him to sit, but it may been because she was walking slowly to the food, not because she was actually waiting. It was impossible to tell.
Lack of food prolongs healing over an extended time period. If kept from eating, becomes irritable, weak, and healing slows moderately if wounds are severe. Minor injuries heal at a regular rate throughout the first week of food deprivation. With no injuries or shifts, the slave could survive on no food for an estimated two weeks with minor adverse reactions, the primary one being irritability, before symptoms worsened.
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