“It just doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, you know?”
Jameson’s eyes were glued onto Anti, focusing on every little movement he made. It was almost torture just watching him like this. Just.. eating, drinking, speaking.. but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not for a second.
He sat there, staring, almost holding his breath as he held himself completely still in his chair. He was in restraints anyway, so it’s not as if moving would do much for him in the first place.
Anti set down his fork and reached out to Jameson’s, stabbing a few ranch drizzled lettuce leaves and a tomato slice onto the prongs. He lifted it up to his captive’s mouth, waiting for a moment for him to accept the food. Jameson’s eyes were set on the fork now, the humiliation of the situation truly sinking in.
“Eat.” Anti commanded, growing tired of waiting.
Jameson slowly opened his mouth, closing his teeth around the fork as Anti pulled it away. He never thought chewing something would be such an emotional chore.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Anti began, taking a bite out of his own food, “I don’t know what’s up with them. They used to be so good but now their songs are so, so boring.”
Again Anti reached out, taking another few lettuce leaves and this time, a crouton instead of a tomato. Patiently he waited for Jameson to accept, watching with a hidden hunger in his eyes as his captive finally opened his mouth for the food. He let the fork drag against the man’s teeth as he slowly dragged it away, gently setting the utensil back down and taking another bite of his own meal.
Jameson’s eyes began to shift as Anti continued speaking. He glanced at the knives on the counter, the chipped wood on the table, the fresh ropes around his wrists on the arms of the chair. He began to drift off into his own mind, zoning out on one spot at the edge of his plate.
“Jameson,” Anti said firmly, snapping him out of his trance and making him jump. How long had he been zoned out?
Jamie’s eyes darted once at his captor, then at the glass of water being held in front of his face. He let out a small, almost forced breath before putting his mouth around the straw, taking a few sips before moving his head away.
“Do you like it?” Anti asked, gently setting the glass back on the table. “The food?”
Looking up at his captor, it took Jameson a moment to respond. He nodded his head twice, feeling a sudden warmth in his chest as Anti smiled. Very quickly the warmth was replaced with shame and discomfort as he realized what he was feeling, turning his eyes back to the plate. Why would he be happy about making Anti pleased? What is wrong with him??
“I’m glad you like it, Jamie.” Anti said. “Maybe you’ll have to be apart of the meal next time... I’d love to see how you cook.”
