Instead he pushed the paper plate closer with his boot. I fought my baser instinct to tell him to go f**k himself. Asshole!
I reached my chained hand out and lifted the bread and whatever was in the middle of it to my lips still without acknowledging him. Leave him guessing.
He might have the upper hand when it came to the physical right now, but I'm sure I could take this dolt in the thinking game with half my brain cells on idle.
I took soft bites and spent an inordinate amount of time chewing. If I ate any faster I'd throw up and no way am I going to show any kind of weakness in front of this jackass.
"Cat got your tongue girl? I know you can talk, I heard you scream. Or maybe that's the only way you know how to communicate."
He knelt and reached out as if to touch me. Now here y
