His name is Damon, Damon Flincher..

Trembling, you were sitting on the dinner table as it poured heavily outside. The sudden thunders making you flinch. Your eyes stared at the wooden surface of the table as he hummed. You tightly shut your eyes and your fingers curled into fists in your lap.

Cold and hard footsteps grew closer, followed by the screeching of the chair. He sat down, opposite to you and pushed the bowl of hot soup to you. The hot liquid slightly hit your skin.

You didn't want to eat, no...

He was busy sipping on his soup until silence grew louder. You froze immediately, eyes wide. He chuckled lowly.

"Eat up."

His tone sounded calm..but mostly commanding. You gulped, you couldn't meet his eyes. Your hands shaked violently and he slowly stood up from his seat. You already imagined the worst case possible.

"You're not going to eat, hm?"

He walked to you. His tone sounded threatening and you were terrifying, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as they fell on your lap.

He was right there. Behind you. You sighed, it was shaky..and suddenly, he grabbed you by your hair.

"Do you know how much it takes to make this?"

He asked. You remained silent and he let go, before he sat beside you.

"Finish it, Princess."

He commanded. But you weren't able to do so. It would just hurt...you stared at the soup bowl before his fingers took the spoon.

"Want me to feed you?"

He seemed innocent, but he wasn't. You didn't know what to say. What's with his sudden shift? Your silence made him impatient. It made him angry.

And before you knew, he shoved the spoon into your mouth, forcing you to drink the soup. He held your chin firmly, not letting you protest.

"Drink it, you bitch!"

He remarked, pushing the spoon into your mouth more as you struggled and cried for an escape.