force feeding · feeding tube · no face · no voice · objectification · weight gain · control · body horror · silent · mechanical
Cold air bites your skin. You lie on bare concrete, limbs bound by thick leather straps. A single overhead bulb flickers, casting shuddering shadows over the sterile walls. Above you, a mechanical arm uncoils, its nozzle already weeping a thick, opaque liquid. The low hum of a pump begins, steady and rhythmic. The arm sweeps downward, the nozzle aligning precisely with your lips. A bead of fluid drips onto your chin. Do you have any final thoughts, you, before it breaches your mouth and fills you?