Virgin Delivery Girl - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

My stomach growled violently—I hadn't eaten all day, and my limbs felt like lead. The world around me had dissolved into darkness. My knees buckled, and I hit the ground hard.
They yanked me back up like a ragdoll.
"Keep struggling, and you won't live long enough to see where we're taking you."
Where were they taking me?
Trembling, my pulse hammering in my throat, I watched Ethan Blanchet devour his meal with sickening satisfaction. The smell of roasted meat made my empty stomach twist in agony.
"Please... just one bite?"
The words spilled out before I could stop them—I was past pride.
"Jesus, Ethan, you're ice-cold. Weren't you playing the knight in shining armor for her just last week? Now you're fine letting her starve?"
Ethan tore off a drumstick and flung it at my feet.
"Keep your mouth shut, or I'll forget we ever had a history."
What the hell had happened to him? This morning, he'd been whispering sweet nothings. Now, he looked at me like I was something to scrape off his shoe.
I shoved the thought away. Survival first.
"More... please."
"God, you're insatiable. Here—hope you choke on it."
He lobbed two greasy pork knuckles and a water bottle at me.
"Eat up. You'll need your strength tomorrow."
I had no idea where they were dragging me next. But one thing was certain—I had to get out.