I watched Ryan as he picked up the spoon from the table and scooped some food up before bringing it towards my mouth.
“I’m not a fucking child, Ryan! Stop doing this!” I uttered a wail as I jerked my head back and fidgeted on the bed, in an attempt to break out of my restraints.
Ryan didn’t opt for a verbal response. He used one hand to hold my jaws, forcing my mouth to open and brought the spoon forward inside my mouth—a silent, wordless threat for me to stop defying him.
With the fear that the continues pressure from the tip of the stainless steel, hurt the bruise on the corner of my lips from his slap earlier, I reluctantly took the food from the spoon.
“That’s my good girl.” Ryan smiled tenderly at me as he patted my head and stroked my hair, satisfied that I was finally obeying him.
He then fed himself using the same spoon and I could see him practically beaming as he gazed at me, contentment radiating from his face.