Indulge I shall.

Indulgence. Once it was well meaning - I would luxuriate in all the delicious morsels I could get my hands on. He would indulge me.

Eat. Eat. Eat. Even once I was full I could only eat. Overwhelmed by this fervent urge to consume. It wasn't noticeable for quite a while, until my family got worried. They hadn't seen me in three years. I miss them. I miss them, but I could never see them. Not now. He's the only one who loves me. The only one who could ever love me like this.

The room is dark. It's become dank over time, what with the leak quietly drip-dripping at a soft monotonous pace. I can hardly breathe anymore. Every time he comes down I end up vomiting on myself, but I just can't stop eating. Eat. Eat. Eat.

I start to feel disgusting. I know I'm a wretched creature, bloated and covered in oily grime. Yet, I always forget. As he thrusts spoonful after spoonful into my mouth with that smile on his face, I can't help trying to smile back as I scarf down all the nutrients he gives me. I choke sometimes; it's hard enough to breathe without food obstructing my throat. Yet he just smiles at me so softly, silently encouraging me to keep going.

I do so greedily. Nobody else would be here. Nobody else should be here. It's just us. It can only be us. I'll do anything he wants me to if only to see that smile. I choke, bile rising in my throat and thrusting all the food I'd just been fed down my chest. I feel embarrassed, but he smiles wider. I shakily smile back as he brings the spoon to my lips again. Just once more, this last time, I allow myself to revel in his smile.