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“
Can
I
modify
to
say
that
you
will
eat
at
least
three
meals
a
day
?
”
“
No
.
”
I
am
so
not
backing
down
on
this
.
No
one
is
going
to
dictate
to
me
what
I
eat
.
How
I
fuck
,
yes
,
but
eat
…
no
,
no
way
.
He
purses
his
lips
.
“
I
need
to
know
that
you
’
re
not
hungry
.
”
I
frown
.
Why
?
“
You
’
ll
have
to
trust
me
.
”
He
gazes
at
me
for
a
moment
,
and
he
relaxes
.
“
Touché
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
says
quietly
.
“
I
concede
the
food
and
the
sleep
.
”
“
Why
can
’
t
I
look
at
you
?
”
“
That
’
s
a
Dom
/
sub
thing
.
You
’
ll
get
used
to
it
.
”
Will
I
?
“
Why
can
’
t
I
touch
you
?
”
