MCSM oneshots (Discontinued)

Never free, chapter 4

Written by Pteragon

!Warning! This one...um, graphic I'd say! Read at your own risk. This is an author's note, Pteragon wrote this one and I couldn't even read the whole thing (I'm a jew so I don't really eat pork) read at your own risk.

Jesse opened his eyes as the door creaked open once more.

He was now in a small dark room.

The floor was paved with iron slabs, the obsidian walls were barely visible, though only several feet away.

An abnormally bright pumpkin lantern glared at him from above, its wicked grin of red looking ready to devour him alive.

Thick metal sheets encased his whole body and bound him to a blocky iron chair. He couldn't move an inch, only his head had some freedom.

His muscles felt stiff and sore, the cuts on his shoulder and leg still stung fresh.

Only now did he realise how hot it was. The air was stale and stunk of rot and vomit. A brief memory of the Zombie Mines flashed with this foul odor. As if he was there again, preparing to free Xara from her prison.

But now the prisoner was him.

Jesse tried to shift in the chair and pushed at the metal, gritting his teeth with tension, but the sheets were at least an inch thick. It would take inhuman strength to bend them at the slightest, how much more to break through.

But this wouldn't stop him from trying. He wasn't about to be held captive.

He took a deep breath and pushed again-

- That's unnecessary - rang a voice from behind. It was deep, clear and painfully familiar.

Jesse gasped and turned his head as much as his restrictions allowed it.

- Don't bother - the voice said and Jesse heard footsteps approaching - I'll come myself.

The man strolled by Jesse and turned to face him. He was standing on the edge of the light and most of his face was in shadow, but Jesse didn't need more to recognise his captor.

- Romeo - he growled.

Romeo rolled his eyes.

- This is not a fairytale. You don't need to acknowledge me in your most menacing voice, eh?

- What do you want?

Romeo crossed his hands behind his back.

- You know that already.

Jesse's glare darkened.

- I'm not giving you the passcode.

Romeo sighed and stroked his beard.

- Alright, imprisonment and interrogation obviously don't work... - he suddenly looked at Jesse again - When did you last eat?

Jesse hesitated before answering. Where was this going?

- Yesterday morning, why? - he finally said.

Romeo nodded thoughtfully.

- No wonder you look so miserable. I'll get you something. I might be a freak, but this is no fairytale, so I can cater for you.

As he spoke, more footsteps thumped behind Jesse and a guard appeared to his right with a small table, which he put in front of him. On it were a huge bowl and a spoon.

The guard wore black and red armor and a black mask with a red gear painted on the forehead. He looked straight ahead, his stance gave nothing away.

Was this the same guard from yesterday? Jesse couldn't tell.

He had no time to think about it, for someone else approached, the footsteps accompanied by a growling sound.

A zombie.

Jesse tensed up. Was he going to be given rotten flesh?

The zombie limped to his left, dragged along by another guard, who looked completely identical to the former. Jesse stared at the undead in disgust, while it snarled at everyone around it and tried to bite them.

The guard forced it to bend over the bowl on the table and rammed his knee into its stomach.

With a gurgling sound it vomited a dense yellowish liquid with black and green lumps floating inside.

It filled the bowl and spilled on the table in thick puddles.

Romeo took the puke-covered spoon and scooped from the bowl.

- Open wide.

He tried to jam it into Jesse's mouth, but he squeezed it shut and the liquid splattered on his face.

- Get this away from me - he said, barely holding back his own vomit.

- He does not want to eat, apparently - Romeo said - Not a good sign at all. He has to eat, though. It is unwise to stay hungry in a condition such as his.

The guard to the right pushed Jesse's head back and forced his jaw open. The other one took the bowl and poured it into his mouth.

Jesse gagged and tried to spit it out, but the guard had now squeezed his mouth shut and part of the zombie vomit streamed out of his nose. A big portion of it, though, made its way through his throat and into his stomach.

The guard let go of his mouth and Jesse screamed and puked on the table.

- Now, now - said Romeo - I understand you might not be exactly fond of some foods. That's why I have prepared an alternative.

The guard grabbed Jesse's jaw again and he saw a quick glimpse of what the other one was holding, before it was shoved into his mouth.

Pork.

Jesse choked on the piece of raw meat, as it crammed throat deep into his mouth, the mixture of salty water and blood welling under his tongue.

His stomach contracted and stinging vomit streamed out, spilling on his chin, neck and chest. He tried to scream, but the only sound he could make was a desperate gurgle.

Jesse began to wiggle frantically, if only to get a chance to take a single breath, but the piece of pork was only shoved deeper and deeper into his throat.

Finally, it made it through and he felt it barely slide into his belly.

He coughed and vomited again, but this time nothing came out.

Romeo clapped, as the guard let go of Jesse.

- Well done! Well done! This certainly is a step forward, but... One bite doesn't exactly do as a meal, eh?

Jesse couldn't even scream before the guard forced his mouth open again and another slice of pork was shoved into his throat.