I sit on the couch, tied, my body feels cracked but my mind isn’t. I think I need to stretch my body to my soul after I got home. William cooked behind me, I have no idea what kind of hell that he tries to feed me after this. I turn around and look at him “What makes you so long?” I ask. “Jesus Christ, can you please shut your mouth fuck up? You made my life like hell!” William responds as he put the food inside the microwave.
I’m waiting in silence as my eyes keep looking around the place, thinking about what is the next move that I should do after this. He grabs the food with him after I’m waiting for minutes, he walks closer to me and sits in front of me. “Open your mouth” He coaxes as he running the food to my mouth, tries to feed me. I open my mouth and chew the food, he gave me canned soup. I keep chewing as he feeds me with a spoon in his hand.