The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Meals

Leah's pov

Jord stands in the doorway as I look down at the food.

"Why aren't you eating."he says, sounding more as a statement and not a question.

I don't respond as he walks over to me.

"Are you not feeling well? The baby?"he asks sitting down next to me.

I ignore him again as he touches the plate.

"It's gone cold. I'll heat it up."he says attempting to grab the plate.

"What's the point if im just going to let it get cold again?"i ask, making him chuckle.

"Darling, if you think starving yourself is going to get you your way, you're sorely mistaken. The only thing your doing is hurting that little baby."he says quietly.

I ignore him again.

"Eat the bloody food."he says through clenched teeth.

I look at him and smile.

"Make me."i say.

I see the sinister look he had when he first met us creep to his face.

"Make you?"he smiles.

"Why didn't you say?"

. . . . . 

I whimper, tears falling down my cheeks as I struggle with the wrist restraints. I was bound to a chair, and gagged. Jord, who seemed to be enjoying this a little to much, was feeding a plastic tube into my nose, down my throat.

Once he finishes, seeing me shaking he frowns.

"Damn shame to see you like this"he says, brushing his fingers over my tear stained cheeks.

I whimper again, seeing him walk over to a table and pick up a bottle filled with a vomit colored substance.

"When people are in comas, they tend to lose weight very fast, become very scrawny you know. They couldn't sit up and eat for themselves, so a few pediatricians and nutritionists doctors and some chefs came together and created this. Liquid nutrition. Fills you up till you can't be filled anymore, then you digest it and the process repeats itself."he begins to fill a large syringe with the vomit colored liquid. 

I whimper again, shaking my head as he walked over to me, picking up the screw on end of the tube and twisting the syringe onto it.

"It's especially healthy for pregnant women, because the baby is also getting the nutrition."he says, his thumb on the presser as he smiles at me.

"It's quite thick, and at some points it may feel as though your choking, but its just your esophagus squeezing around the tube."he says.

He begins to press down on the presser and I could see the liquid shooting down the tube. I whimper again, clenching my fists as I feel the thick liquid falling at the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow. 

"Just take it slowly, were in no rush. In fact, we can stay here all night feeding you."he says, watching the slime textured liquid shoot down the tube.

I whimper, beginning to cry again as the large syringe empties out.

"Only 3 left now darling."he chuckles, unscrewing the syringe and walking over to the table to fill it up.

The taste in the back of my throat was terrible, like burnt wood and corn chips. He holds up the now filled tube.

"Now. You have a decision here love. I can continue with the tube feeding, or you could eat. Which do you prefer?"he asks with a smile.

"Eat"i whimper out, muffled from the gag.

"That's what I thought you'd say"he chuckles, setting the syringe down.

He walks over to me and smiles again, gripping the tube.

"Deep breath now love"he smiles. 

I take in a shaky breath and he begins to slowly pull the tube from my nose. I whimper, clenching my eyes closed as i feel it slide out of my throat. Once the tube is removed i slump back into the chair, sobbing as he discarded it. He kneels down to me, undoing the restraints as he speaks.

"You do know that I don't enjoy hurting you, Leah."he says as he free's my ankles.

"It's so simple, all you need to do is what i say. Just follow directions. Don't be so stubborn. Let me love you, darling"he says freeing my wrists and pulling the gag out of my mouth.

I whimper as he wipes my tears, smiling.

"You're very special to me, Leah."he says quietly as he cups my cheek.

I look away from him as he chuckles.

"You'll come around, Leah."he says, picking me up bridal style from this torture chair. 

I rest my head against his chest, listening to his 2 hearts beat. I think about Sugar's chest, thinking if i had ever felt his. I couldn't think of a time I could. His chest was hard, muscular i mean, like Joey's. I take slight comfort in the fact that Jord and Sugar wore the same cologne.

I didn't mind this part, him carrying me, if i could smell his cologne.

Joey's pov

I grunt, holding on to the rails as i try to take a few steps.

"Your doing good Joe"Harry says from behind me.

"You..should be..looking for them"i say between grunts of pain.

"I am, and i told you that your the only witness i have, and i'm waiting for your memory to come back"he says as I slip, falling to the ground.

He rushes to help me up.

"Don't, let me do it myself"i wheeze as i reach for the bars.

"Don't be so proud mate, your going to fast."he says, pulling me up to my feet.

"I just need to get back in the field, I need to help you guys"i huff as he sits me down.

"You need to focus on getting well bruv, you can't help anyone if your dead."he says, knocking some sense into me.

"You british people think your so smart."i chuckle, making him laugh.