My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"How long has she been here?"

"A little over a year." He brings me a bowl that has some kind of stew-like substance in it. After he places it in front of me, he walks over and kicks at her with his foot.

"He's been forcing himself on her for a year?!" I can't help the disgust and shock in my voice.

He ignores me and kicks at her again. "Get up, you need to eat before he gets here. He's expecting to see you both up and well today. I'll bring in stuff for you both to clean up with soon."

He places a bowl near her and then he leaves, just like that. Doesn't even look to see if she is awake or if I can reach my food, which is barely the way that I am chained up.

the contents of the bowl. It definitely has something in it that smells wrong, but I can't place what it might

sits up like Scarface wasn't just kicking her like a dog. "It's also less exhausting if you pretend to be asleep. Talking to them is like talking to brainless zombies. Everyone who works for the Jackass believes what he is doing is right. He's good with his words

her bowl towards herself and starts

my first thought when I saw the food in the first place. She just looks at me, a knowing, slightly demented look on her face.

I also gave Josh his new look." She tilts

in the bowl?" I tilt my head towards hers. She is clearly still alive, so she must

or gray and resembles sage. So If you brush off the seasoning, it tends to affect you less, but always look doped up when they come in so they don't give

thought to separate the food, I just would have avoided eating." I whisper back, assuming someone is