Zeke and I were staring each other down when he stepped forward and tried to hand me the tray of food. Which again, looked better than they were feeding the other prisoners.
“Eat.” He demanded. So I looked at the food, without touching the tray.
“No thank you.” I said.
“How long do you think you can go without food?” He asked.
“My record has been four days.” I said.
“You have a record of how long you’ve gone without food?” He asked, confused.
“Yeah.” I said, nonchalantly.
“Why?” He asked. But I just shrugged my shoulders. So he tried to give me the tray again, but I wouldn’t take it. “I’m not going to let you starve.” He said.
“Then you shouldn’t have put me down here.” I said.
“You know why I did.” He said.
“Because you’re an asshole.” I said.
“Just eat the f*****g fo
