"Eat."
I stared in disbelief, as he slid the plate across the floor towards me. Lifting, my tied hands, I gave him a 'are you serious?' look.
"Right, forgot about that." He pulled at his lip, pondering, before picking up the spoon himself and scooping up the rice. I looked at him dumbfounded, when he shoved the spoon in my direction.
"No, what the fuck!" I yelled at him in disgust. Is he seriously trying to feed me after locking me up in this creepy room?! How many times was he dropped on his head as a baby?
What I didn't expect was for him to throw the utensil across the room, as he stood up frustrated, "Fine, fucking starve!"
"That's the plan." I shouted after him, as he closed the door behind me, leaving me all alone.
Hurry the hell up, Hunter. Wherever you are, get your ass here, this is not funny anymore. Squeezing my eyes shut, I sighed, leaning against a dusty old shelf.
I miss him.
