Chapter 125 : A game of chess

“Emmet please!” I practically begged as he set down the chocolate bar on the table next to the orange juice, Jelly substance and another cloudy looking fluid. Apparently I had to consume one of them before I was allowed to leave. I didn’t need to eat I was strong and shiny I felt like I was dying. “Emmet let me go. I just need to sleep it off.” I moaned moving the chocolate as far away from me as I could manage without throwing it on the floor.

“Mi one way or another we have to give your blood sugar quite a rapid boost OK.” He said firmly “Now I can’t give you long to choose what to do because of how low it actually is and the fact it is to the stage where it is dangerous now, so make a decision please.”

 I stared at the substances on the table in front of me and summed up the calories and sugar and fat in each one before coming to the conclusion all of them would cause me to gain weight. The girl I had seen in the mirror after the tube had been put in needed to eat this kind of stuff not me. Once again Sophie had poisoned and processed my mind and as I glanced over to the corner where the mirror stood I only saw my familiar reflection of fat and blubber, if anything it was worse than usual. Could I of gained a few pounds?

 “You’re disgusting, suck it in, make you thin. Make you pretty, make you good. You’re disgusting, suck it in.”

 “Time’s up Mi.” Emmet announced snapping my attention away from the mirror. What is it going to be?”

“None,” I hissed my anger rising slightly as Sophie softly egged me on. I was tired and fed up and just wanted to sleep, who the hell he to stop me was. I wanted the food, I needed the food.

 “Through the nose it is then.” Emmet sighed pulling the table away from me and going to the cupboard to pull out a large syringe and the bottle of tube feed liquid from the fridge; clouded white calories to make my stomach burst.

 “What are you going to do now bitch? You were too week and allowed them to put that tube in, and now they are going to use it. What are you going to do little piggy Mia, what you going to do bitch.”

 I felt the tears creep to my eyes and Sophie cackled at me, I had never really known her so cruel but maybe I deserved it after all she was right. I should have put up more fight against the NG.

 “Don’t cry you week idiot, fight it! He can’t do this to you unless you let him Mia, little piggy Mia.”

 “You can’t make me.” I snarled over confidently at Emmet the corners of my mouth turning up into an unfamiliar evil grin that made my cheeks hurt. I truly had no idea what I was doing just the knowledge deep within me that I couldn’t’t stop it. “I will just vomit it back up as soon as you put it down me. Check.” I hissed through my ugly defiant smile. The smugness I felt not my own.

 “Sophie.” Emmet said bluntly and almost in an angry tone as he turned towards me. He emphasized the name he used. “We either do this the easy way or the hard way. Either I give Mi the feed here or it will take me less than 10 minutes to get an ambulance here to transfer her to Sky light for a 24 hour rescue drip feed.” He announced “Check mate.”