Evaline:
The words made something inside me recoil.
But I stayed silent, still, unmoving. Because reacting would only feed him, and I refused to give him that.
He reached for the lunch box then and opened it slowly.
The faint smell of food reached me, making my stomach clench painfully in response.
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until that moment. Or maybe I had and just refused to acknowledge it.
He pulled out a sandwich. It looked simple, ordinary, something that belonged in a normal life. A life that felt impossibly far away now.
Then, he brought it closer to my lips.
"Eat," he said.
My first instinct was immediate. I wanted to turn my head away and refuse.
I would rather starve, rather let my body give out completely than accept anything from him.
Especially like this.
But then, reality hit me hard. My body was weak, drained, and barely holding on. The silver, the drugs, and the cold - everything was already working against me.
