“Uh uh. No! I don’t want any of that. If you throw up again I am going to make you eat it with your hands.” He says.
I recoil and continue staring into the wall. I make no move or sound and he stay there just staring at me. I think he wants to do something because his hand lifts and trials down my cheek before he stands and walks out.
I look at the food he dropped in front of me. A burger, fries and a coke. I drag it to me with my leg and bend as far as the ropes will let me. I pick it up with my fingers and bite into it.
My common sense is saying I should not eat it that he might have drugged it but I am slowly losing my strength and if I don’t eat anything how will I be able to escape when the opportunity present itself again. I need to keep up my energy. Having been that I have thr
