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And again.
My back prickled as I sat down. Cem came to join me.
I didn’t like things out of the ordinary.
And this was definitely out of the ordinary.
I didn’t like surprises.
Because the payment for them was more than I could pay.
“Tea?” Cem asked, pouring some into a fine china cup before I could say yes. Four young women in matching cream dresses scurried forward, laying the table with huge platters of babagannus, fresh bread, saksuka, yaprak sarmasi, and too many other dishes to count.
My stomach rumbled even though I’d learned the hard way that a full belly when being electrocuted equalled projectile vomiting.
“Here. You must eat.” Cem piled my plate with a little of everything. Each dish glistened with oils and spices, but I couldn’t smell anything. I wondered if the sessions on the chair had fried a few circuits in my senses.
My heart tripped over itself a few times before latching onto a steady beat.
I didn’t reach for my fork.
I didn’t give him the satisfaction of keeping me alive all while he killed me.
Placing a forkful of delicious-looking food on his tongue, he chewed while watching me.
His eyes never looked away, his face unreadable. Ever so slowly, his left hand came up and placed something slim and violent on the table.
I froze.
My nostrils flared.
Cem swallowed and waved the wand he’d used on the soles of my feet, my cheeks, my temples, and even my balls when he felt particularly diligent in his training.
“Eat something, Aslan, or I’ll have to use the picana.”
That awful rod. That despicable stick of torture.
It didn’t matter that the electrical current wasn’t as hot as the machine. It still hurt, still made me twitch like his puppet, and still made me drop to the floor if I wasn’t strapped down.
My hand trembled as I scooped up something and shoved the fork into my mouth.
The moment I chewed, Cem lurched forward and pressed the two prongs of the picana against my chest.
I grunted as a searing bolt tore through me.
My fork clattered to the metal table, splashing babagannus everywhere.
I tipped sidewards.
I went to fall.
But he pulled back, the current stopped, and I managed to hold myself upright.
Gasping, I choked on my mouthful.
Cem carried on eating as if nothing had happened. “Is the food to your liking?”
“Yes, baba.” I swiped my mouth where uneaten food dribbled out of my lips. I fought my shakes, but they only grew worse because I didn’t understand.
