Novel & Cerita Force Feeding Story

I said, and she looked back at Carlos, who was watching the scene. “Force it into her mouth,” he ordered. What the heck? Something was totally wrong. I stood up but was pushed back by her. She was strong; I felt pain in my shoulder immediately. “I don’t want it,” I said almost screaming, and the other woman stood up and walked toward me. She quickly held my hands. I struggled, and I forced my mouth closed, but my strength was no match for theirs. They forced the drink into my mouth; And the bitterness found its way down my throat.

I feel a splash of water on my face and my eyes open instantly. “Luna, it's time to eat.” The man keeps a plate on my lap and I try to hold my barf. “I’m not eating this, it stinks!” He rolls his eyes and cracks his muscular arms. “Tough look Luna, you don’t have a choice.” Next thing I know, I’m being held against my will and food is forced down my throat. I try to push him away to throw up but he covers my mouth. “Not happening, I was instructed to keep you fed !”

But I had to start from somewhere if I wanted to get information out of them. “I got food poisoning when I was fourteen,” I started. “It was after school when I came home. As you boys know, I don’t have the strength or healing ability of a wolf. I almost died but my father got me to the hospital on time and yeah, that’s it,” I narrated the story like I was listing items off a grocery list.

"Well, as a PhD in nutrition, I'd love to see which allergies can't be cured by a little forced feeding!" The bodyguards obeyed and treated Fred and Lora like stray dogs by shoving shrimp ravioli into their mouths with cruel aggressiveness. Before they could even swallow, the next mouthful was forced in, so saliva, shrimp, and sauce were smeared across their faces in a sickening mess. Fred was flushed with rage, while Lora's breathing had clearly turned rapid and uneven. Seeing Lora on the verge of collapse, Fred found a sudden burst of strength to break free from the bodyguard holding him down. But before he could reach her, another bodyguard kicked him and sent him sprawling.

At that point, I was genuinely one bite away from death. But instead of saying that, I forced another smile. “I’m fine.” “Oh!” she gasped suddenly like she had another brilliant idea. “I’ll feed you instead.” Before I could refuse, she scooped another huge spoonful of food and shoved it directly toward my mouth. I almost choked. The amount of rice she forced into my mouth was ridiculous. My cheeks puffed instantly while I struggled to chew and breathe at the same time. Cassia blinked innocently. “You’re not swallowing,” she pointed out suspiciously. “Is the food bad?”

When he says something like this it makes me angrier at him. "Now behave like my good wild cat and eat this," he said in the same tone while letting me go and bringing a fork full of instant noodles in front of my closed lips. He will force me to eat it even if I refuse. "I will eat on my own," I said, trying to take the fork from his hand but he didn't let me take it but brought it back to my closed mouth. I exhaled feeling more exhausted so I opened my mouth and let him feed me. He made me drink some water when he was done feeding me and hungrily gulped the cold container.

“If you hurt them, my brother and I would rather die than do anything you say!” Felicity was getting a headache. For more than ten hours, they had said the same thing whenever she tried talking to them. She was absolutely annoyed! They were stubborn like mules! She didn’t know how Fia managed to raise these two troublemakers! She felt like she was going to kill herself with just one! “Fine. If you won’t eat, I will,” Felicity said as she began to eat the bread, the milk, and others. She was using her annoyance to enhance her appetite.

As a result, my lips were torn by the sharp edge of the spoon. "Argh!" I growled in pain. The porridge was halfway down my throat by force. And invited his happy smile. For the first time, he'd managed to force me to eat. "You're crazy Alpha!" I screeched at his cruelty. He recognized that this method was effective enough to force me to finish the whole meal. So with his sadistic hands, he forced me to swallow the porridge whole even though he knew my lips were hurting. It wasn't that I couldn't resist, but the chains on my legs and arms were bothering me so much!

My breakfast remained the same—beef steak and oatmeal with raisins. I was so terrified, I could barely hold my cutlery. Mom remained smiling as she ignored my resistance while she force-fed me, bite after bite. She didn't care if I had even swallowed them yet, moving like a machine that lacked awareness. Only when she was satisfied did she finally put the cutlery down. This time, Mom didn't leave. Instead, she reached out and gently caressed my face. "Look at you. You're all grown up now, Natalie…"