Chapter 17
Serenity was awaken by a hard blow to her head. She rose up quickly as a hand came in contact with her face. She stared up at Randy leaning over her. �What�s this hu?!� He yelled at her. �Wh...what?� She stuttered coming out of her deep sleep.
�This!� Randy yelled taking the melting ice cream out of her hands. �This Serenity, this!� He raised the box up. �I�ve been waiting for you up stairs forever now. I came down here to see what you were doing and now I know. feeding your face and getting fat! Turning into a pig!�
�I didn�t know you were waiting for me upstairs, I thought you had gone to bed.�
�And that�s why you were sneaking ice cream?�
�I wasn�t sneaking ice cream. I was just having a snack while I watched TV. I wasn�t trying to hide anything.�
�You want to be fat, you don�t care. That�s why you�ve been cooking nothing but pasta! I�ve been seeing you sneak food.�
�What are you talking about?! I don�t sneak food, and ice cream is not going to make me fat. Your talking crazy.�
�So now your calling me a liar?�
Serenity looked at Randy with a confused expression. She was still in a sleepy haze and nothing he was saying to her was making any since. Either way she didn�t want to make him angry. He was defiantly starting to scare her.�No...uh...what are you talking about? Are you drunk? I go to the gym every week like you want me to and I jog every morning like you told me. I don�t sneak food.�
�You�re a liar!�
�No, I�m not.�
�Liar!� He yelled slapping her in the face again. She went to get off the couch but was pushed back down.
�You�re a lying b!tch! He said as he pushed her head back with his hand, grabbing the ice cream box with his other hand. He then held her back tightly by her neck.
�If you want to be a pig then go ahead, eat like one.� He yelled as he took hand fulls of the ice cream and shoved them down her throat and smeared it over her face. She gaged as she tried desperately to remove his hand from her neck. She scratched and pulled at his arm and gasped for breath. When he had pushed all the ice cream into her face he picked her up and flung her over his shoulder.
�Let me down....let me down. No...no! You said you wouldn�t do this again, remember? Just think, Randy think. This isn�t you, don�t hurt me! Please, please, no. Stop, stop, please Randy, please stop!� She cried as he continued to carry her into the kitchen. She twisted and shifted in his arms trying to free herself as he held his tight grip on her.
He opened the refrigerator and started to pull containers of food out onto the counter. �You want to be a pig? Then you�ll be a pig.� He said as he laid her onto the counter. She fell out of his arms and landed hard hitting her head on the hard marble. He then got on top of her and straddled her, as he held her down with the weight of his body. He reached into a drawer and pulled out a butcher knife. He laid it on top her stomach as he started to open the containers of food.
She stared at him in complete fear wondering what he was about to do. He took a hand full of pasta out of one of the containers and told her to open her mouth. She shook her head �no� as she looked at the knife that laid on her belly.
�Open your fu#king mouth!� He screamed as he took the knife into his hands and put it to her throat. She opened as he shoved the food in. He then took a large spoon out of the side drawer as he held the knife to her throat. He took a spoon full of the pasta and shoved it deep into her mouth. �Chew!� He commanded as he took another spoonful not waiting for her to finish swallowing.
She started to choke as he continued to force feed her. �Stop it, stop it!� He commanded as he slapped her. As he stuffed more food into her mouth she gagged and spit the food up.
�Your going to pay for that.� He spit as he punched her hard in the stomach. She fell limp as the force of the blow made her empty the contents of her stomach. He tried to keep the vomit in her mouth by holding her head straight, not allowing her to turn her head to spit it out. She spit it up into his face as she struggled.
�Sh!t!� He yelled wiping his face. He punched her straight in the face causing the back of her head to bob off the solid marble counter. For a minute she thought she had blacked out from the pain, but she was still awake.
He held her head back hard with one hand as he took a hand full of food and opened her mouth forcefully with the other hand and shoved the food into her mouth. He then took a container of hot chili peppers and inserted them into her mouth as well.
He opened containers and bottles of varies food, shoving them into her mout . Every time she would throw it up he tried to make her swallow by holding his hand over her mouth. If she�d eventually get it out, he�d punch her. The grueling routine went on for two hours.