Tortured - Jaele

C H A P T E R - S I X

• J A C E •

I balanced two plates of Rosa's fresh pasta in each hand and pushed the door to my bedroom open with one foot. Looking over at the bed I saw Riele was now wrapped up in the comforter sleeping soundly. I set the plates on the bed and stuck forks into them.

"Wake up and eat..."

I shook her shoulder roughly. Riele's eyes opened, she looked at me, her soft brown pupils widening in confusion. A floppy mass of curly black hair falling across her forehead, I reached out to brush it back from her face. She looked at me, annoyed.

"I'm not hungry."

The stubborn girl mumbled. I pushed a plate towards her and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting.

"Eat."

Riele looked down at the food, tempted with longing. Her tongue darted across her dry lips, my hand froze poised above my own plate as I watched her.

"You need to eat."

"I said I'm not hungry."

"When did I ask you?"

She sighed, hanging her head for a moment.

"I'm not hungry."

I didn't believe her. I'd been watching the security cameras day after day, as she laid on the floor or stared aimlessly out of the window. She never got up to peek inside the pantry, she never called to ask for anything. She stayed in the bedroom on the floor. She hadn't been eating for days now. She was already thin, her hands slightly shook as she rubbed them over her face. She had to be ravenously hungry by now.

"Eat it. Now."

My voice was firm, but not enough to completely turn her rebellion. I didn't want her to die starving herself. Or at all for that matter. What was the fun of kidnapping her if she was just going to turn her body into a shell of nothing? I needed that body. She glanced at me, picking up the plate slowly, balancing it on the pillow she placed carefully over her thighs.

"If I have to say it again, I'll just have to feed you myself."

It was enough for her put the first bite into her mouth, she chewed, and swallowed. I watched her take a few more and I started to eat, putting a movie on, I settled next to her in the bed. I never eat in this room. I take all my meals at the dining table but tonight I wasnted to actually see her putting food into her body. She ate, her eyes trained on the tv mounted against the wall. As she lifted the last portion to her mouth, pasta slipped off her fork and landed in her lap.

"Fuck.."

She whispered, looking down at the mess. Something in me reacted quickly, I moved the pillows and blankets aside from her legs.

"Don't move."

I grabbed both out of our empty plates, carried them to the kitchen, and let Rosa handle the rest. I came back to her with a damp little cloth and started cleaning her up, wordlessly pulling the pillow case off the pillow and folding it neatly to place into the laundry hamper. She sat there, her eyes glued to the television. She didn't try to to stop me from rubbing the towel against the front of her skirt. I took my time. I could feel her warmth and softness under my fingers, brushing the towel back and forth over the V shaped seams in between her legs.

Riele shifted, glancing up at me, her eyes were sharp. I looked down and saw her hand clamped around my wrist, holding it in place. I felt a smile ease onto my lips, she looked down.

"What... Do you like that?"

I asked her quietly, resisting the force of her hand as I pushed the towel up against her again. I heard her breath catch slightly.