“I’m your husband, you ungrateful whore. You’ll do as I say. Now, you’re going to eat this, and you’ll fucking like it, too. And if you gag, honey, I’ll make it so you can’t anymore.”
And the meat is not animal. Nor is he your spouse. Nor do you know where you are.
But you do know, with terrifying certainty, that if you refuse one more time, he is going to beat and rape you until you’re half dead. Like last time. And his eyes; empty and yet carrying every blackened drop of evil the world could possibly hold.
You silently open your mouth.
