The pills rattled softly in his palm, small white capsules that glowed under the dim light of the room. She turned her head weakly away when he brought them close to her mouth, her lips trembling in protest. Her wrists were still bound in cold metal, the chains pulling tight with every small movement she made.
“I don’t want it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying, from gasping, from screaming earlier.
He smiled darkly, no patience in his eyes. “You’ll take it.”
Her head shook once again, stubborn, but his hand was already gripping her jaw. His grip was strong and unyielding as his fingers squeezed her cheeks until her mouth parted, a soft cry spilling out. He shoved the pills past her lips, ignoring the muffled sounds of refusal, then caught the water in the glass cup from the
