5. Breakfast gone wrong

David left the room with me in stupid baby clothes and that freaking diaper. Only there was no time for sulking as we were walking through the house. Now was the right moment for me to look for escape routes. But the only thing I saw was a long hallway and the stairs leading us downstairs. I only got a glimpse of the front door, after that, I saw no more signs what could possibly lead me to an escape route. 

We walked past the living room and went into the kitchen. First I didn't know what was waiting for me but it was already too late when I sat in that torture device. He had put me in a highchair, a highchair! I couldn't even remember the last time I sat in such a chair because I was too young to. Conclusion I didn't need a highchair. These men get more and more on my nerves. 

"Get. Me. Out. Of. This. Chair!" I knew they wouldn't do it but I had made one rule for myself in this situation: fight everything they do to you. 

"Princess, we know that you're just adjusting to everything around here and that you don't know your rules yet. BUT we always, and I mean always, use our manners in this house, do you understand?" Joon said with a very serious face. 

I scoffed, "Where were your manners when you kidnapped me? And where were your manners when you two decided to take away my motor control? Tell me Joon." Joon didn't look too happy with my answer. It didn't matter to me I didn't need his approval for my good behavior. 

"Watch it, missy! And use your manners." That was all he said, he didn't even have a comeback. What a coward. 

"Fine, have it your way, get me out of this chair, please?" Both men didn't look pleased with my current behavior but they decided to ignore me, which irritated me a bit. My voice was the only tool I could use as a weapon against them. 

I guessed it was morning due to the food that was being made, it looked like breakfast. Joon was busy with making toast and pancakes and David was busy with making drinks and something else which I couldn't see that well. Meanwhile, I tried to move my fingers and hands. It didn't work well, I only moved them with the slightest movement. This was really frustrating. And the feeling of being violated grew more and more inside of me. 

The men were done with making breakfast and placed the food on the table. Honestly, those pancakes looked really good. If they gave me that for breakfast I would eat it. Unfortunately, for me, that wasn't the case. When David turned around I saw what was the other thing he was making. It was porridge, the kind you would give a baby who just started eating solid food. I was NOT going to eat that. Only one problem was I couldn't move away from him, not even my head. 

Joon made himself comfortable in front of me and sipped his coffee. While David said on the right of me, at the head of the table, but he didn't start eating his food. Instead, he placed the porridge on my tray, then he took the spoon and tried to feed me, tried. I held my mouth shut. Nothing could pass these lips. 

"Sweetie, come on, you need to eat your breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I didn't respond. "Come on, I know you're hungry." David tried again. I didn't budge, even though I was hungry. I was trying to make a statement with this. David tried a couple of times with sweet words to feed me. It didn't work, however. Then Joon butted in. 

"Little flower, I suggest you let your Daddy feed you, or I will feed you. And trust me I will not be so kind as he is, so a word of advice: eat your breakfast." I knew it was a threat but I didn't respond to it. I still held, like a stubborn girl, my mouth shut. And 'Daddy', are you serious? I know how ddlg works, I know the male Dom carries the title 'Daddy' but I will never, ever call them such titles. Even using their names is too polite. I should name them Bastard One and Bastard Two. 

David tried again to feed me, which he failed. "Oke, that's it. David move away please." Joon walked around the table and took the spoon from David's hand. 

"Oke, young lady, I will try this one time the normal way, if you by then don't comply I will use force. So, what is it going to be?" He said while holding the spoon in front of my lips. 

His threat didn't work on me and I still kept my mouth shut. They needed to know I wasn't okay with all of this. They needed to learn that you can never have full control of somebody else. I needed to be strong and don't give in. How easy and maybe nicer for me that would be. I needed to make a point. 

"No? You won't comply?" Joon asked. 

I didn't answer, just held my mouth shut. 

"Fine, then force I will use." 

And with that he held my nose shut so I couldn't breathe. I panicked. I didn't know he was going to use this kind of force, but still, I held my ground. 

"Joon, Joon! You are going to kill her this way!" David said with a distressed voice. 

"David not now. She will open her mouth." 

I still held my mouth shut and I could feel its effects on me, I became light-headed. Right, when I thought I won and Joon would let go, my body betrayed me and I opened my mouth. And right on cue Joon shoved the spoon in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out but Joon was ahead of me and held his hand over my mouth. With tears in my eyes, I swallowed the porridge down my throat. 

"Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Joon asked me. I remained silent. I had lost the last battle I could possibly win but I didn't. Joon looked at me and saw the same feeling on my face. He knew that I knew I had lost. He took the seat in front of me and started to feed me. Every time I tried to keep my mouth shut he would hold my nose and in the end, I would open my mouth. With tears on my face, I finished my breakfast. 

When the bowl was empty Joon stood up and said, "Good girl finishing your breakfast for your Daddy and Papa." He gave me a kiss on my forehead and placed the bowl in the sink. I hated that he praised me and I hated that he had shown affection towards me and I hated these men with all my heart.