It's so cold.

I'm so cold.

I started shivering again.

It makes my whole body hurt from my muscles locking up.

I don't know how I am still alive.

I don't know how my body still reacts when I can't even move.

I can't even feel the coldness most times because my nerves are numb.

But at times like these I swear I could die from just shivering.

It's an uncontrollable shaking in my bones.

It's like waves crashing over me, I can hear the chair squeaking in protest of the violent shudders.

My body is giving up.
But so slowly it is.

I try calming down, breathing in air through my nose.

Letting it out slowly through my mouth.

The aches are so painful.

My muscles are weak and throbbing from the harsh shivers.

Please make it stop.

I don't want to move any more.

But I'm so cold.

Im whimpering now.

Tears cascading on down my cheeks.

"What's wrong sweetie?"
I almost faint when I hear his sinister voice.

The shivers still tormenting my body.
My breathes come out in chokes.

"I have a gift for you my deary."
My ears perked at his sentence.

I feel Master shove something hot and wet into my mouth.

What I taste is repulsive, but I don't dare spit it out. I don't move to chew it, and that makes him tick.

"Go ahead and eat pet, you'll find it delicious." I can hear the evil in his tone, but decide not to disobey him.

I start to chew slowly, feeling a thick liquid coat the inside of my mouth.

Feels like I'm eating raw animal because the meat is hairy.

My stomach recoils as the taste hits my buds. I start gagging and I hear his loud shrill of a laugh echo through the emptiness of the room.

"I knew you would love that rat, I just butchered it. The damn thing was running around my kitchen, decided on not letting it go to waste." My eyes widen at the darkness, dying to spit out the literal raw meat hanging halfway out of my mouth now.

It's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted. "I want you to swallow it, I promise it will make you feel much better. I know you're starving. Go on." He's really making me eat this garbage.

I swallow a small piece of it, but I started gagging horribly. The taste is so awful. Somehow it slides down my esophagus, I feel the hot blood poisoning my insides. This can not end well.

Never, I will never eat anything ever again. This proves that he doesn't care if I die, soon he will truly let me die. Hopefully this is my chance to embody any disease that rat is carrying.

"I know you'd love it, you couldn't wait to get your taste of real meat, huh? My poor pet." Master  starts gently petting my head. "What would you do without me?"
I know a ton of things I could do without you.

"Eat up, you'll need your strength." He forces more into my mouth, then he left. Waiting a few agonizing minutes, I let the filthy rat drop out of my mouth followed by my bloody spit. At this point in time, I wish it was my blood in the spit and I didn't even care if it let a wet pile on my legs, I'm just relieved its away from my taste buds.

I concentrate on becoming relaxed again, imagining what warmth feels like, then what it would feel encasing my body. I don't feel anything, and I don't expect to, but I will dream it.
My body will regain numbness again soon and I'll let myself sleep, and this time I hope to not wake up.

*

I wake up to a rough pain in my stomach.

The rat.

Seconds later my body tenses, my mouth waters and feels of cotton. I can feel my stomach churning to chuck up the meat.

It takes what feels like hours when I am soon retching over my body, tears pouring down my face from the pain of throwing up whatever was left. Not much.

My legs are now sticky and covered with my vomit. My head is hung low, not able to pick it up. Sweat is somehow covering my forehead and drool is dripping from my mouth. I don't plan on swallowing it back up anytime soon, so I just hang my mouth open, letting everything drip out. If I close it, I know I'll taste the sickening blood.

Please let this end.