"It won't kill you don't worry" Hector said, "I wouldn't want to kill you just yet."
He took the bowl of urine and put it up to my lips.
"Drink up Adam" He whispered.
My throat was dry. I hadn't had a drink in over 10 hours. I was temped to tighten my mouth... But I was just too thirsty. I opened my mouth and tried to swallow my dignity.
A salty taste entered my mouth. It had a musty flavor like it had been sitting out for days. I felt a lump in the back of my throat as I drank the last bit of urine.
"Tasty?" Hector asked "I made it myself." He looked down and patted his stomach smiling to himself.
"Now for the entree"Hector said as he lifted up the bowl of feces. He took out a spoon and scooped a large serving.
As the spoon touched my lips, the stench went up in my nose.
I gagged loudly. It smelled like spoiled fish.
"Not thankful I'm giving you this then?" he growled. He took out two pairs of strong surgical pliers and placed them on my mouth to force it open. Once that was finished, he quickly shoveled the spoon of feces into my mouth. A bitter taste infected my tongue. I lurched forward, vomiting, with the pliers still placed in my mouth.
Hector stared down at the vomit, looking disappointed.
"tsk tsk" he sighed. "Looks like no food for Adam tonight"
