r room. The door locked behind h

omen's health magazine neatly stacked among a curated selec

rough the pages aimlessly. Her

aught her eye: Natural Cont

w excessive consumption of raw garlic and certain enzymes found in carro

he memorized the list of foods. She quickly sh

or. Executive Chef Giles Peterson entered.

He revealed a decadent spread of fresh oysters

rcelain plate away. She crossed

aid, refusing to touch th

ed if the surrogate required a differen

ves," Celestia demanded. "And a pitche

her, processing the bizarre, pungent request

into the room. Her b

ou playing?" Mar

tural dietary requirement for my digestion.

ng had explicitly ordered that the surrogate's cravi

instructed the chef to comply wit

d a bowl of peeled, raw garlic and a glass

ve. Her hand trembled slightly as t

ewed rapidly. The intense spice burned her

her cheeks. But she swallowed it down, mainta

ter carrot juice. She felt her stomach churn unc

book. She meticulously wrote down

htstand," Celestia requested, her voice r

sgust. But she nodded slowly, wri

y bloom in her chest. Her breath alr

stench would physically repel Sterli

m. They locked the heavy door

sk in the corner of the room. She quietly slipped open the top draw

garlic juice from the bowl onto her fingers. She rubbed

smell. She forced herself to en

ped the stolen metal letter opener c

ounded anxiously against her mattress as s