Emily released her chin and stood back up, giving Ami a look that promised more torment to come. With one final squeeze of her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt, Emily straightened herself and said, "Now eat your breakfast." She tossed a bowl of gruel onto the ground beside Ami's head before turning and walking away, humming to herself as she ascended the stairs back up into their home.

Ami watched her leave with a mix of relief and dread.

As Emily disappeared from view, Ami turned her attention back to the bowl of food. She didn't have much of an appetite, but she knew better than to disobey their orders. Carefully avoiding any of the lumps or suspicious-looking bits within it, she began to eat the bland, lukewarm gruel as best she could while trying not to retch from its foul taste.