Short Story: Fear Of Soup

It wasn't that she didn't have her suspicions - in fact, from the moment he'd insisted she eat, she'd been picturing half a dozen ways this could backfire on her and only one of them had anything to do with her weak system - but it smelled so good and she wanted it so much that she didn't even bother responding to his threat in how she would be made to clean up except to grip the spoon tightly and shudder. As soon as the moment was past, however, she went right back to her focus on the food. She took a spoonful and lifted it toward her face, only to feel as though she was doused in freezing water when he threw the term she'd used to refer to him back into her face. This was it, he was going to punish her. She flinched then looked back up at him.

It took her only a split second to realize that he wasn't lashing out at her, at least not directly. She managed to regain her composure to the point she even made a face when he mentioned her fear of soup. Apparently he wasn't aware how many strings could be stuck in a bowl of soup.

She didn't take the spoonful, however, despite his challenge. Instead, she watched with a morbid curiosity as he pulled the bag around to the empty seat. Whatever he was reaching in for, it couldn't …show more content…
She slipped the bra into place, feeling oddly as though the clothing were holding her together somehow. She squirmed a little, finding the right way to stand and move in order to feel as though the clothing was going to stay on her somewhat gaunt frame. By the time she was ready to consider the food, she felt as though she suddenly had something of a defense against the abhorrent man across the table. Soup first, she thought quickly. There was enough in it to hydrate her for the time being, and she wanted the warmth before she tempered it with cold