CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Hannah
‘Open your mouth.’
Hannah felt spaced out. She wasn’t sure if the voice was real until fingers clamped around her jaw and forced her mouth open.
OMG. Gross. He’s going to wee inside my mouth.
She tensed, but then remembered her strategy and went floppy.
‘Open.’
It sounded like High Voice. He stuffed something onto her tongue and Hannah tried not to react. She was afraid.
‘Eat.’
She couldn’t work out what it was.
Don’t eat it – it might be drugged.
And she was only safe while she acted out of it.
How long can a person live without food and water?
Would she get brain damage from not eating?
‘Eat,’ he repeated, pushing the lump of food further into her mouth.
Hannah gagged. She didn’t mean to let it happen, but her eyes popped open. Bright light made
