Possessive

Saphira had been able to make and cook a couple flatbread pieces to eat with some of the jam. She did so under the watchful eye of Springtrap, though he wasn't really watching. He was mostly standing to the side or pacing the kitchen. He had something on his mind, and he has been since Saphira had told him about seeing the golden bear animatronic in her bathroom. She did wonder if Springtrap will tell her more about the two animatronics she has seen, but she didn't dare to ask. Especially as he didn't want her to speak while the bruise around her neck and the swelling in her throat needed to heal. She knew he would back off when she had healed some.

However, once the flatbread had cooked, Saphira became aware she might not be able to eat in case her oesophagus was too swollen. Swallowing saliva was already difficult, so the flatbread might not be something she could swallow easily. She didn't want to not eat, but if it was difficult, she would have to skip it for now. At least she could make soup with the canned tomatoes, though it wouldn't be the best soup without stock or any herbs to help flavour it.

Saphira also could not get over how Springtrap was with her. He was gentle, but he also has said he enjoyed hearing her pained sounds. Saphira did think that he was definitely a sadist, and she sometimes thought she was as well. But he was not hiding it at all. He was embracing it, and while he did show some kind of gentleness, she knew that he could hurt her if he really wanted to. She guessed him caressing the bruise on her neck wasn't just to show he cared.

Saphira waited for the flatbread to cool down before she would put the jam on and she pondered on what she would expect over the coming days. She guessed being made to stay underground until Springtrap decides to bring the girls up, though she doubted Amelia would be given a lot of chances. However, Saphira did think that Amelia may try to escape if that does happen. She wouldn't be surprised at all. She could already imagine how that would even go.

Saphira sighed and touched the bread gently to feel it was not too hot, but just right. The coolness of the underground cooled it down quickly. She smiled as she grabbed a knife to spread the jam over the flatbread, and her stomach growled at her angrily due to not having any food for over twenty-four hours. Saphira breathed in the aroma, though she couldn't help but hesitate as she didn't want to feel the tense, painful in her throat from swallowing food.

She looked around for some cups and found some, though she had to quickly rinse the dust from them before filling the cup. The water, thankfully, still ran clean and clear, so Saphira had something to help if she had trouble. She took a deep breath as she ripped a part of one of the flatbread into a small piece. She breathed in the scent of the fresh flatbread and jam before placing the piece into her mouth, licking the jam from her fingers as she took the time to chew the piece as much as she could to make it easier to swallow.

When she did swallow, Saphira winced as the pain in her throat really felt like a sharp blade, and the swelling inside made it hard to get it down. She felt tears in her eyes and she quickly sipped the water, but even that didn't work very well and she groaned and whimpered softly. She managed to get the food down, but it was a big effort and the tears rolled down her cheeks from the effort. She took deep breaths and looked at the rest of the food, feeling stupid for making more than one flatbread piece.

However, she jumped as she felt Springtrap's hand gently pressing on her back. "Having trouble getting the food down?" She nodded without looking at him. "Hmm..." She looked at the plate as Springtrap picked it up and walked over to the table and pulled one of the chairs out, gesturing for her to sit. "Sit. I should be able to help."

Saphira hoped that didn't involve him shoving the food down her throat, because they wasn't going to help her. She walked over with the cup and sat down hesitantly. She looked at the plate and jumped as she felt him place his hands on her shoulders and he began to massage them gently, which felt very nice. She hadn't expected it at all, and he was pressing firmly, but gently and she hadn't realized she needed it. But of course, it has been years since she could even get a massage.