[ The way she grabs his face is familiar, but unfortunately, it's familiar in a way that undoes all of the comfort that Peko had so kindly provided. He trembles, coughs, but he's otherwise still and compliant in her hands.
We can't have you dying on us now. Eat something. They held his face when they fed him, if you could even call that food. They would hit the muscle to pry his mouth open like a dog and shove the funnel so far down his throat that he had no choice but to accept it. To Peko, it won't make much sense, but he opens his mouth slightly, because when you obeyed, they were less likely to jam it so far into your throat that you tasted blood.
It hurts, though. It hurts, and he's scared, and even though it's not really there at all, he's back in the cage with a chain around his ankle. But he's completely silent, because they hated it when you said a word. You'd get hit or worse if you talked back or complained.
Just... Go along with it quietly. That's how you survive. That's all he can think, over and over again, and he's reliving that awful memory, so he doesn't hear a word of what Peko is asking him. ]
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We can't have you dying on us now. Eat something. They held his face when they fed him, if you could even call that food. They would hit the muscle to pry his mouth open like a dog and shove the funnel so far down his throat that he had no choice but to accept it. To Peko, it won't make much sense, but he opens his mouth slightly, because when you obeyed, they were less likely to jam it so far into your throat that you tasted blood.
It hurts, though. It hurts, and he's scared, and even though it's not really there at all, he's back in the cage with a chain around his ankle. But he's completely silent, because they hated it when you said a word. You'd get hit or worse if you talked back or complained.
Just... Go along with it quietly. That's how you survive. That's all he can think, over and over again, and he's reliving that awful memory, so he doesn't hear a word of what Peko is asking him. ]