“IS IT delicious?” Walter asked while she Callea was eating the corn soup and bread he prepared. There was also pork chop. “I cooked that. I want to serve you, my queen.”
The corn soup was right out of the packet. And the bread was a bit old but it would do. The pork chop was burnt and the rice was not cooked enough. She was hungry. She would even eat it even if the bread had molds. She needed all her energy to stand this torture. She kept on eating and just not a bit to recognize him. She wanted him to believe that she was pliant.
“Mama told me to forget about you. But I can’t do that to the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. I know you miss me. I don’t want you to miss me that much, Callea. We belong together.”
She tried her best not to gag while listening to his praises and his delusion
