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"Toast sandwich." you say, smirking. "Toast fucking sandwich." You start laughing. You can't hold it in anymore.

"Alright, where's the real food?"

"Excuse me?"

"Where's the fucking food? You think people eat bread all day you dumb bitch?"

"Yesterday, you said you wanted toast."

"Yeah, because I didn't want to eat beans on toast, because I'm not a starving animal. I'm not eating that either. Bring me back some real food."

"I listened to your request. Then, I put in the time and made a traditional English meal."

"Fuck you, and fuck England. If you call that a meal you disgust me."

If she's hurt, she doesn't seem to show it. She hasn't raised her voice at all, despite your provocation. She walks towards you and grabs your wrist, locking it into a cuff. You struggle and try to get out but she is too strong. You even try to punch her, but she blocks your attack with a swift movement.

"I've taken down men who are way tougher than you. You have no idea what I'm capable of." She says.

"So what, you're going to **** me to eat a toast sandwich?" She locks your other hand into place. "Or are you going to actually listen to your patient, and give them nutrients."

She pulls out a can opener. You realize what's going to happen.

"You're going to **** feed me the toast sandwich?" your voice trembles, as she takes out the can of beans. She slowly opens the can.

"Please. Feed me the toast sandwich. Feed me the toast sandwich! You bitch!" you say.

"I am going to give you extra nutrition, since that's what you want." The can is opened. With terrifying slowness, she opens the toast sandwich. On each slice, she pours a third of the beans.

"Please."

"You have not acted very appropriately, Mr. Doe."

"Please, I'm sorry."

She grabs the slice of bread, the bean slime running over it.

"Open your mouth."

You consider asphyxiating yourself. If you can will yourself not to breathe, than-

She tickles you, and you burst out laughing. She shoves the bread in your mouth. Scooping every single bean that lands on your face back into your mouth. You attempt to spit, to ****, you anything but she shoves it down, and you have **** but to swallow. Tears roll down your eyes as you feel the pain.

"Chew your food." she says. You manage to speak out. "Fuck you."

She grabs the toasted piece and the soft piece, and turns it into a sandwich. She presses a button on the remote. The bed moves, contorting your body until you're a 90 degree angle. "You're going to chew and swallow every bit of this sandwich. Then, you're going to thank me and sing 'God Save the Queen'."

"I don't know that song. I only know that Benjamin Franklin whooped you back to the other side of the Atlantic." She holds your nose. "Then I'll just have to educate you."

Something about her is menacing. Could it be true, that the nurses do control the island? If someone went missing, who would be able to tell? You open your mouth. Perhaps it is better to live, humiliated than to die. You chew and swallow each bite of the sandwich. You suck every bit of bean and toast down your throat so that you don't have to suffer the taste. You shiver as you think of the burps. You cry, knowing that you'll remember this moment.

"It's all gone. You've done well. Now let's take care of that first orgasm of yours." she says. She doesn't sound as cold. She reads your file.

"Groping and modeling with cumshot. Alright. I am at your service."

"I thought you were the chef."

"I am not. For patients that cannot access the cafeteria, I make a healthy, alternative food."