Asking for forgiveness

Freda’s POV

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I saw Hardin approaching me with the food tray in his hands. Fear gripped me tightly, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Memories of the last time I had refused to eat flooded my mind, and tears welled up in my eyes. I tried to hold back the tears, to keep my composure, but the fear was overwhelming.

It consumed me, making my body tremble uncontrollably. I knew what would come next, the forceful insistence, the relentless pressure to eat against my will. As Hardin came closer, his eyes locked with mine, I could see a glint of determination in his gaze. It sent a chill down my spine, intensifying my fear. I felt like a trapped animal, cornered and defenseless. The memories of the last time he had forced me to eat resurfaced with vivid clarity. The taste of the food, the feeling of being powerless, the helplessness that engulfed me. It was a nightmare I never wanted to relive, yet here I was, facing it once again. My tears bega