The Unnatural

Six

Ethan stiles

Hours have passed since he left, my eyes falling on the shattered plate and then at the sandwiches that lie on the ground among the piece of plate. I gulp, the hunger in me making my eyes dart to the bread again and again.

Why was he so angry about me rejecting when he clearly wants to do so himself? I was so confused but what had me more confused was how I was feeling. My heart was wrenching, my throat getting dry as I managed those words with so much confidence. It was like I hated what I was saying but did I? I don't think so.

I sigh when the shattering noise of plate echoes in my mind, his words repeating in my head. Maybe I shouldn't have been so mad at him and let him give me the food because damn, now my eyes keep on lingering on the dry bread that still looks delicious.

Sliding on the bed, I throw my head off the bed. The distance between me and the bread being only a few inches now. "Just a little bit more." Being careful with the pieces of glass on the floor, I grab the bread between my lips. A rush of excitement spreading over my body when the bread finally touches my lips after two days.

Pushing myself back on the bed with the sandwich in my mouth, I lie on the bed and breathe deeply trying to calm my breath.

Taking a bite of the food, the bread falls on my chest when it tears but I ignore it and chew softly on the food in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I enjoy and savor the taste. I never knew that a bread could taste this good.

When the bread is gone from my mouth, I look at the one on my chest. I lean over, trying to grab it in my mouth again but fail miserably. Sighing, I move forward and make the bread drop on the bed. I turn around, facing the bed as I get on my knees infront of the bread. Leaning over, my lips finally touch the bread but I stop. I look at the bread and then myself.

I'm sitting on my knees, my hands tied behind me and feet tied to the bed.

A tear slips through my eyes when the I realize my position, eating like an animal. Like a dog.

Humiliation erupts within me.

Biting my trembling lip, I bend down and take a bite of the food, eating it eventually and swallowing my pride with it.

Many hours have passed since I ate the sandwich and now that I'm full, my eyes start to feel heavy. The sudden knock on the door grabs my attention and I assume that it's not that golden eyed bastard because he never knocks on the door.

The door cracks open before Max peeks through and I mentally roll my eyes. "You alive?" He questions before stepping in the room and I don't stop him because I feel like the walls will eat me up if I stay alone in this place. "Barely." I mutter.

He scans the floor, taking in the scattered plate before looking at me. "You did this?" He raises an eyebrow and I scoff. "You think?" I nod at my tied hands and he nods in understanding. "Ares?" I raise an eyebrow and he gets the word.

"What did you do to piss him off like that?" He questions and I look at him, finding it odd that he is talking normally to me. "Nothing. He has some sort of mental disorder." I roll my eyes, Max biting a laugh back. "Still..there must have been something that made him so angry." He insists.

"Just tried to reject him." He looks at me with wide eyes, making his way to the bed. "Shit, you did not?" He gasps and I furrow my eyebrows. Why is he acting like it's a huge thing.