C.E.O Piggy

⇠Mind Games⇢

The sound of a door opening and closing startled me awake, followed by a sharp jab to the side. I forced myself up, yelping slightly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Tilting my head to look at Dakota, who was looming over me with a plate and cup. The elder man smiled as he set the plate and cup down next to me. "Eat," he urged.

Picking up the fork, I moved the yellow mush around for a few minutes. Scrunching my nose up, "You couldn't make proper eggs?" I muttered.

"Pig, you'll eat everything I put in front of you. Or I'll have to drive over to your dear Christopher and show him what a true man looks like." Dakota issued a threat.

"A real man doesn't kidnap someone and force-feed him filth; you're more of a psychotic lover," I hissed.

Dakota made a guttural sound before resting one foot on my ankle and starting to press down harder. Hissing in pain, I kicked Dakota's leg with my other foot, which only enraged the other, who pressed down harder on my ankle. I chewed my bottom lip till I tasted copper. "Keep in mind what's at stake here, and eat." He stated it again.

"Fine! Just get the fuck off! " I exclaimed.

Dakota let go of my ankle I could already feel a bruise forming on my ankle. I picked up the plate with caution, probing the yellow eggs with a fork. I looked up at Dakota one more time before beginning to eat the food. The sounds of chewing and scraping my fork on the plate filled the room. The eggs were frigid and moist, but the drink's liquid was warm and bitter. Shuddering, I finished my food, holding out the plates. Dakota took the dish from the room and slowly closed the door behind him. I waited a few minutes, then stood cautiously, pain radiating from my ankle, hissing slightly, and hobbled towards the entrance. "How long do you think people are going to not notice I'm missing?" I quizzed.

There were some cluttering sounds in the distance before Dakota came back into view. "I expect your lover to notice immediately, that's part of the plan," Dakota answered.

Huffing, I rolled my eyes. "So, if you're just in this plan for the money? Why feed me?" I asked.

"As I said, it's my job to make you fatter before I sell you off. Gotta make the pet pig fit the description." He commented.

"You're fucking crazy," I muttered.

Dakota laughed loudly and threw his head back. He shakes his head while placing his hand on his hip. "You only know half of it, Blake; there are a lot of individuals who want your gorgeous head as a pet." He remarked.

"You know how this is going to end, don't you?" I growled and shook the metal bars.

"Enlighten me, pet." Dakota teased, leaning against the wall behind him.

"You're like every villain in every movie: recruited for a lot of money, then murdered off by a selfish millionaire." I laughed.

"Here's where you're incorrect once more, darling. It is not about the money, but about you. Money is merely a consolation prize." He shook his head.

"Is this where you tell me you're in love with me and jealous of Chris?" I narrowed my eyes. I scoffed again.

"No, of course not. I will admit when you came into my bar and scarfed down those nachos I put in front of you were hot. But no, I find it, pleasurable fattening men, up." He said.

"Is this about you getting out? You're even twisted up than I expected!" I shouted.

"With what I have planned for you Blakey, your precious Chris won't want you back. You'll beg me to sell you." Dakota said, pushing himself off the wall.

"Doubt it," I growled.

"Every man has a flaw. Blake, you're a simpleton. Christopher and food I can make you do whatever I want with the perfect amount of pressure." Dakota said with a large grin. Dakota approached the door, stroking his finger down the bars and inspecting me for a long minute. "We have a lot of work to do before your first show," He said, his lips pursed into a narrow line. Get some sleep, pig." He continued, twisting on his heels and returning to the shadows.