Christy gave me a smile that made my entire body shudder. Moving carefully, so that she stayed in my line of vision, she poured the red liquid over the food. She let the bed back down, sitting beside my head.
"Eat up, honey" her voiced dripped with malicious delight as she tried to spoon the food in my mouth. Well, two could play that game. I kept my lips pressed tightly together. She smiled wider and whispered something I couldn't understand, and my mouth suddenly opened, and I let her feed me. Unable to move or even control my own body, I began to panic slightly.
"Kisty" I said around a mouthful of food, "Pwease. I'm forry. Pwease, whaff are you booing? I'm forry, I'm forry" my mouth continued to eat as I begged her. She laughed softly.
"Poor, poor Joe. It's too late for 'sorry'. You pushed me too far, and now you must pay the price. But don't you worry, I've got this well planned out, and I'm going to make sure that you're taken very good care of" I began to feel calm and sluggish as I finished off the food. She laughed again, this time it was more of a cackle, "Don't you worry one little bit" She folded the bed back up into the wall, and I felt too drugged to even care...
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