A psycho

Rachael was famished, but she still stared at the food kept in front of her in aversion. Richard noticed her retaliation and dropped the fork back on the tray.

"Why?" He asked and Rachael stared at him in wonder alongside astonishment. Did he expect her to eat comfortably when she was held against her will?

"I don't want anything from you" she whispers loud enough for him to hear the contempt in her voice.

"The alcohol you had yesterday night surely rendered you hungry. Stop pretending" he said to her, but Rachael didn't budge.

When he got frustrated by her stubbornness, he grabbed her by the chin and pressed his index finger and thumb against her chin to force her mouth open. After much struggle, Rachael finally gave in to his strong grip and opened her mouth. He inserted the fork filled with bacon into the tiny hole he managed to create and withdrew his hand, giving her death stares, daring her to spit it out.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she ate the food which had a metallic tast