“Have you … are you poisoned by the food? That can sometimes happen to humans, can it not?” His fingers fluttered over my bare back. “Please, Jemma, tell me how I can help you!”

“You’ve already done enough,” I grated, sipping some water, rinsing my mouth and spitting into the toilet rather than swallowing—my stomach couldn’t handle anything just yet. “I just … I need a little while, and then I’ll be fine to continue the meal.”

My stomach chose that exact moment to cramp so painfully that I cried out, doubling over. And then I was scooped up, cradled in his arms. His warmth was annoyingly soothing. I didn’t want to be soothed by him. I wanted to finish his stupid task, even if it hospitalised me.

He wasn’t going to win. I wouldn’t let him.

“You are not eating more. You’ve clearly had something that hasn’t agreed with you.”

Fury burned away some of the nausea, and I twisted in his arms until I could glare up at him. “Are you kidding me right now? Of course I’ve eaten something that doesn’t agree with me—you made it impossible for me to avoid it!”

His face paled, his lips parting on a shocked inhale. “This is … is this because of your gluten intolerance?”

I huffed. “Don’t pretend this wasn’t your aim. Make me so sick that I couldn’t possibly complete your sadistic task.” I sucked in air, refusing to cry out again as another bout of cramping struck me … lower down this time.

“Seriously, SJ, you need to leave. All that ‘delicious’ food? It’s about to start coming out the other end of me, and you are absolutely not invited to that party!”

“We’re going.” His voice brooked no argument. “I’m taking you home.”

“No!” I cried, even as my abdomen clenched again. “I might be about to crap myself, but I am not done with this crappy task of yours!”

But he ignored me, getting to his feet with me cradled in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. With a wave of his hands, a portal opened in front of us, and I had no energy to fight him off as he stepped through with me in tow.

24. A Super Creepy Diarrhoea Fetish

Chapter 24

A Super Creepy Diarrhoea Fetish

SJ

I bit back the urge to roar out my twisted feelings as we stepped out of the portal and into her living room. I set her feet on the ground, and immediately she shoved me. Her attempt was feeble—she was so much smaller than I, and unwell, to top it off …

My fault.

That thought was enough to have me releasing my hold on her and stepping back. Her expression was a gut-wrenching combination of fury and pain, and she clutched her stomach as she stumbled down the hallway.