Chapter 241 : Sophie's rising

 

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“Mia how exactly do you think crying is going to help!” Sophie hissed angrily into my ear; her voice as brutal as a knife through the chest. I was trying but it wasn’t good enough for her. Like always she wanted more and there was nothing left I could give. They were stronger than me and even if they weren’t. I could hurt them. “They don’t care if you cry Mia, they just want to make you fat, fight them off don’t let them do it to you! Hit them if you have to.”

 

“No! No! No!” I shouted wriggling my body so hard up against Emmet’s restraint I thought my ribs might actually crack under the pressure, but Sophie didn’t care and neither did I really. I had to get away from them. They were the enemy even though I loved them. They were the ones who had caused this and angered Sophie and no one ever got away alive from an angry Sophie.

 Sophie took my mind again and made me thrash out my legs, trying to kick Esmee in the stomach. She elegantly stepped out of the way off it. Gave me a look of disapproval that made my heart malt and Sophie’s rejoice before carrying  on syringing the cloudy liquid down the tube in my nose. Every second was another calorie in, Feeding the monster that was living inside of me. They had promised me they wouldn’t make me fat. They said they just wanted to make me better, they had been lying but still they wouldn’t stop. Still they tried to fatten the piggy up.

 Mia ! You are going to make me really unhappy if you try and hurt her again.” Emmet growled using the power in his legs to hoist me up closer to him and hold on so tight it actually made it hard to breathe.”

 “Emmet! Enough! You are trying to restrain her not squeeze the life out of her! And don’t call her Mia! We are trying to prove to her we are the good guys right now and it won’t help if you sink to its level!”  Emmet let his grip become slacker around me almost instantly and I took advantage of his laps in concentration. I pulled my splinted hand roughly upward from his arms making the already broken bones pull but manage to get free. I made a grab for their biggest source of power which was the tube in my noise even though I was screaking with the pain and black dots where exploding over my vision.

 Esmee’s hand found mine before mine could reach the tube and she grabbed hold of it roughly in her haste to stop me, making even more pain splinter up my arm. I screamed out, my chest heaving at the same time unable to get the air it needed while the black exploded over my eyes for just enough to feel my body falling back into Emmet’s.

 Esmee like I had took advantage at my temporary oblivion and hooked my arm back into Emmet’s grasp before slamming down hard on the syringe of tube feed pushing what must have been another two to three hundred calories into the tube what carried them into the abbess that was inside of me.

 “I don’t fucking want it!” I yelled violently trying to shake my head away from Esmee but Emmet somehow had managed to stop me from moving my head as well as upper body, and still the calories flowed.

 “Mia what are you doing? Mia stop her. She has just put the equivalent of 15 jelly babies into that tube and now your body is turning it into pure flubber. Look there goes another five. Fat bitch! How could you betray me for these people! I was going to make you perfect and now look at you - A stupid fat lap cat for these sickos. They say they are trying to help you but even you know she is lying. She just wants you to be fatter than her. She couldn’t stay thin and perfect so she wants to make you fat instead. She’s fat and ugly Mia but I can make you better than that I can make you popular and pretty, just react! Try and kick her again! Go on it doesn’t matter! As long as you are thin!”

 I settled for sobbing harder and struggling less as Sophie’s voice battled against mine making my whole insides feel like it was being put through and internal blender. “Stop it.” I wailed “I don’t want to fight anymore! But I don’t want to be fat! Stop it!” I screamed managing to twist my body slightly so I could burry my face into Emmet’s top and squeeze my arms around him tightly, making my fingers angle around the fabric of his t-shirt so I had something to hold onto.

 “It’s all right baby. That’s a good girl. You hold on tight and it will all be over soon,” Emmet promised as he smoothed my hair down so it clung to my sticky red face. I wanted to believe him that it would all be OK but I knew as I rested, even though I was exhausted Esmee would be finishing off with the liquid meal and it made me feel sick. Too sick to handle in a normal way

 “I don’t want it! I don’t want the calories.” I sobbed again so loudly the noise became raspy in the back of my throat. It was so sore it felt like there was someone in there with glass slashing at it. “I don’t want it!” I sobbed struggling once more in Emmet’s arms and this time managing to brake free because he had adjusted his grip into a hug rather than a restraint. I wasn’t sure what to do once I was out of his arms. I had been banking on him being too strong to break free of but I had and now I had seconds to react. To get the bad stuff that they had put in out of me as quickly as I could.

 I slipped under Esmee’s arm as she made a grab for me and was over by the sink before any of them could even comprehend my actions. I should have pulled that tube out, that would have been logical right then and I knew that but the stuff that was already inside of me, leaking fat and grime into my blood stream seemed more of a problem.

 I stuck my fingers back my throat not thinking of who was in the room with me. I cared  that I was going to hurt them by displaying such violence in front of them but I had to get the food up and there would only be seconds before they grabbed me again and made getting my fingers into my mouth impossible.

 The very core of me hurt as the liquid and stomach acid rushed up my throat and into the sink in front of me cascading over my fingers that I only removed when I knew I had done enough to keep on going without their help. For a while I would be able to be sick on demand now and there was nothing that they could do to stop that. Their anger and disappointment in me would make me want to die for a while but Sophie had convinced me that it was a necessary evil to have the body of a goddess – to have the body that she always wanted for me.

 “Not a great idea honey. We are going to have to start over now. So the more of that that stays inside your system the less we have to carry this torture on,” Esmee said grabbing my hands away from my mouth and holding them by my side. I pulled again at my throat ignoring her threats. I knew they were not empty ones but I was as good as her in a battle of endurance. I was drained and I was week but I had never become unable to throw up what was making me dirty. The only problem was it was emotionally killing me to hurt her. I could see her face grimace every time I made myself sick. I could register her pain and feel it too and I would have done anything to take it away from her – apart from accepting the food… but even that was retreating. To stop her pain… maybe I could have sucked it up, but Sophie couldn’t.