By the time I awoke, Master had already gotten up to order lunch. He had left the door to the hall open, perhaps in case of nightmares, and I could hear him ordering sandwiches from where I lay on the bed. I contemplated faking sleep to keep from having to get up, but I was too hungry to want to skip lunch. I didn't want to move either, though, because I knew any shift of my body would just make me feel that thing that was shoved into the deepest part of my body. It was a toss-up for which was less appealing, moving or missing lunch.
Master finally made up my mind for me by calling me to lunch. I should have known he wouldn't allow me to skip a meal, especially now that he was so worried about my diet. Removed for content.