My mouth opened as I coughed, and Billy took this to his advantage and shoved the spoon full of death down my throat. Right when I was about to cough it out, he clamped his hands roughly on my mouth and nose, preventing me from breathing.
"I tried being nice, but you're making it really impossible right now." He said as he breathed his disgusting hot breath on my face. "Now swallow," he said. And I obliged. Well, sorta. I gulped, but I didn't swallow his so-called food.
When he thought I swallowed his food he took his hands off my mouth, then he backed away from me. When he smiled, I spat the disgusting thing on his forehead. He scrunched his nose in disgust and took his head to his forehead, only to touch the disgusting muck that he tried to feed to me. I smirked and he glared at me.
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