Pain radiates through her body each time his hand connects with her skin. She tries to concentrate on the food, on not screwing it up, but his touch is inescapable. Her nipples are always sore and tender from his constant groping, and she can't help but wonder how much longer this nightmare will last.

*She's doing: (cooking)

Nodding, she turns to hand him his plate. He takes it with a smirk, then leans in close and whispers something in her ear. "You're going to be such a good little cum dumpster for me, aren't you?" His words send a shiver down her spine, but she forces herself to nod anyway, not wanting him to get angry.

*She's feeling: (defeated)