So Wrong

Chapter 2

I awoke a long time ago, just having my head hanging. The person came in about an hour ago, watching, waiting. I slowly rose my head, blindfold still wrapped around my eyes and nose. I could feel him staring into my blocked eyes.

"Have you decided to cooperate?" He asked in a low voice of his. Since I couldn't properly talk, I shook my head rapidly. The chains rattled as I quivered in fear. He ripped off the blindfold and tape, having me hiss in pain. This seemed to amuse him, as rumbles of laughter escaped from him.

I began to spew curses at him, voice is raspy from the first time it was used in god knows how long. That earned me a harsh kick to the stomach, causing me to go into the closest thing to a fetal position.   He then began to what appears to be reassuring me. Cooing in my face, even going as far as petting my head.

"I am quite sorry, but you must cooperate for your present ~" That caught my attention. Just what was he talking about? But my facial reaction quickly turned to a wanting, yearning, for what was in his hand, was a fresh heart. I zoned out, as I crept forward, just to get stuck, as it rested right in front of me, literally an inch in front of my face.

He studied me as I stared into the heart, needing food. But, then he crushed it. Blood spewing everywhere, me, heartbroken, starving. But what he did next made me even more upset. He pulled out a kidney, and waved it in front of my face.

Don't make me eat it, don't make me eat it, don't make me eat-

He took his hand, closed my nose off, forcing me to breathe through my mouth, shoving it into my mouth, forcing me to eat it. It was absolutely revolting. I ended up crying, causing him to laugh at my pain. Then, I understood why he was doing this, he was forced like me. I sat there with my head hanging, acting defeated, feeling him slowly pet me. Then I took action. I bit him right on the hand, my teeth tearing into the glove, and into his flesh. He jerked away, forcing me to let go. I sat there with a sadistic smile on my face, proud of my so-called-effort.

He glared at me, cradling his injured hand, turning around, and slamming the door.

"Suffer like I did, then we can talk".