I froze. She was so warm, and the scent of her was everywhere. She picked up the spoon, scooped some rice, and placed a piece of the beef on top. Then she held it up to my lips, waiting. She was treating me like a sick child who refused to take medicine.
I remembered what she said about tying me up. I didn't want to find out if she meant it. I opened my mouth, and she slid the spoon in. I chewed as slowly as I could. The food was delicious, but it felt like I was eating sand. My tongue didn't want to move, and my throat felt too tight to let anything pass.
"See?" she murmured, watching my face closely. "You're eating well."
The expensive food in the container slowly disappeared. Bit by bit, the pile of rice went down. I forced myself to chew, even though each grain felt like a dry pebble in my mouth.
I wished she weren't so kind.
