.are you hungry?’ She didn’t answer him, or even turn her face towards him to acknowledge his presence. Trying to ignore her pointed rudeness he w...alked over towards the kitchen telling her he was going to make something to eat for them. The only noise was from the television blaring out and his own pounding headache starting to form behind his eyes. Later placing the bowl of pasta in front of her on the coffee table and sitting down on the chair beside her he watched as she sat there hugging. It wasn’t so bad really. I wasn’t hungry, I wasn’t tired, I wasn’t anything really. I was dead; this was honestly more than I expected. Thankfully they kind of turned off my need for stimulation before they put me in here. Whoever “they” are; they’ve just called themselves “The Company.” You could practically hear the capital letters.I was purchased after my death, apparently. Wholesale. The god of my world had a chosen people and I wasn’t one of them. I don’t resent him for it. He didn’t throw. He lifted his head, but kept me down with a hand, until I felt the bite of another ice cube between my shoulders. This time he lined a series of cubes along my back, and then I felt him moving around over top of me. The ice cubes slowly melted, sending rivulets of water running off me, prickling my skin. His breath was hot on my pussy lips, and his finger probed between them slowly, cold against my heat, then bitterly cold as he slipped an ice cube into me. I shuddered, gasping, and thrashed,. Eugene was in shock I think but juding by the lump that had developed in his pants, my action had created the response i was looking for so I cautiously moved towards him looking for signs that he was still angry at me. When I finally got right up next to him, he turned his head away shyly. I didn't force him to look at me but I did force his right hand into my panties which he didn't put up any resistance too. Once his hand was in there, he wasted no time in sinking 2 of his skinny fingers.