The Cage (Book 2)

Hunger Strike

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Hunger Strike

I didn't eat for three days.

The pain of starvation was singular, unique in that it resembled no other form of torture. It attacked the body, the mind and the soul with incessant pangs of hunger, driving me to the brink of madness. My stomach was plastered to my back by evening of the third day, with nothing to occupy the space in-between because my cruel jailers insisted on feeding me cum-covered food. I wanted to scream like a madman and weep tears of blood at the same time, but I no longer had the strength to even rise to my feet.

Every once in a while, when the hunger's hold on me weakened momentarily and I could think about something else, hisface appeared in my mind. It let up my perpetual darkness, but then the light disappeared soon after.

At first concern filled me as I wondered once again where he'd gone, but then the emotion quickly turned to ...overwhelming bitterness. Frankly, I was surprised by how easy it was for one to feel embittered toward someone I loved -or supposedly loved. His broken promise of protection stung -more than stung, it ached something awful. After all I had given him...

When the food flap opened on the evening of the fourth night of my hunger strike, and the food tray was pushed in, I looked at the food for a second too long in longing, knowing I could have none of it. But in my ravenous desperation, I imagined the tray's contents to be 'clean'.

Before the light disappeared, I saw chicken in gravy, a dry-looking mash of some kind, and even drier vegetables. But no suspicious white substance.

Could it be?

It was!

I leapt onto the tray of food, grabbing fistful after fistful and shoving it into my mouth; I was half terrified the food would be revealed as nothing but an illusion concocted by my half-broken mind.

But real it proved to be, thank merciful God, and I ate my fill, barely stopping myself from lifting the tray to my face and licking it clean once I'd devoured every morsel. Apparently I still had some self-respect left after all.

Dropping the tray, I burped.

****

There was an unusual commotion outside my cell. This area of the prison was eerily quiet except for feeding times, so the sudden burst of loud voices caught my dazed attention.

Whatever it was had the guards riled up.

"... no way!"

"I'm telling you, he's gone! He's been..."

"...belive you!"

"I'm... the truth...!"

What, or who, were they talking about?

The iron door was too thick to let their voices in clearly.

Curious, I strained my ears, listening for more pieces of information.

Unfortunately, just as quickly as the commotion began, it faded away, perhaps to another section of the prison, and the voices were gone, leaving me once more to my crushing solitude.

****

The food turned out to be poisoned. The bastards, damn them all to the fiery pits of Hell, actually poisoned me!

At least, that was what it felt like as my entire body burned from the inside out. I was sweating profusely, drenching my uniform. My heart beat with the rhythm of a galloping horse. Blood rushed in my ears with the roar of a mighty waterfall. More sweat ran in rivulets down my back. My face and neck were undoubtedly flushed crimson.

And suddenly I wished I was starving rather than whatever the hell this was.

Was I dying?

It certainly felt like it.

Until another novel sensation started to come over me, little by little at first, and then it consumed me along with the raging fire inside my body until it was all I could think about. With a sinking stomach, I started to realize that it wasn't poison slipped into the food. Oh, it was something else. Something much worse.

It was an aphrodisiac.

I was rock hard, my cock tenting my pants. Already precum had soaked the front. As far as I knew, only an aphrodisiac could do this to a person. The chemical had played its wicked magic on my body and put me in a state of heat against my will or even knowledge for the most part, until it was all I could think about. Suddenly I could think of nothing else; I was hard and my body demanded immediate satisfaction.

Perhaps it was better that I had been poisoned so this humiliation would end.

I began to pant, exactly like a bitch in heat!

Shame washed over me.

"D-Dammit! What the hell... is this?" Did all aphrodisiacs work this way or was this one especially potent?

God, I'm burning! I need to get these clothes off me!

I stripped my uniform off down to my briefs, tossing it to the side. The cell's cool air did nothing to cool me off, nor did the sweat. If anything, I was getting hotter!

I was losing my damned mind. 

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