Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Bittersweet ❯ Dinner Party ( Chapter 17 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter Seventeen: Dinner Party:
A beautifully set table: white silk tablecloth, gold chopsticks,
a bouquet of fresh cut irises sat in a vase, and a single white
candle lit on the table. He sat at this lovely table,
drinking sake. He looked nice on this occasion in black and white
traditional kimono. His lips curved into a twisted smile.
"Ah!" he said. "That's good!" He looked up when he heard the door
slide open.
"Oh good," he said. "You're here."
Not by choice; he made her come here. How? That damn white
feather that landed on her chest. It dissolved into her body and
her chains fell off. Suddenly, her body sat up for no reason. She
wasn't in control anymore, so she couldn't stop
herself. What's happening to me? Once the cage door
opened, she just simply walked out. Not like when Meixiang took
control of her body out of hiding; this had malice backed with it
in foul-scented way. In twenty minutes, here she was. In
huge dining hall-like set-up. He smirked at her.
"Take a seat," he commanded. Her feet led her to the chair and
she sat down.
"Good girl," he said. "You look a little hungry." He picked up
his golden spoon.
"Try the soup!" he said. "I made it myself. You'll like it." As
he spoke, her hand picked up her own spoon. He saw contempt in her
eyes. It was to be expected. She's still refused to be broken.
This meal would speed things up. He dipped his spoon
into the soup. Against her will, she took the first bite. Disgust
shot through her brain.
"What is this?" she cried.
"Pumpkin soup with bitter herbs," he replied. "Eat it!"
"No!" she whimpered.
"I said eat it!" He forced her to finish the bitter soup. Oh
what a good time to throw up now. Yet, pride refused to let her
give him the satisfaction. Gross! He lowered his
spoon.
"Yum!" he said. "Now for the second course." He rang a white
gold bell on the table. A shadow-like creature appeared with a
silver tray in its hands. He took the tray and nodded. He served
the bamboo plates. She looked down at the meal. She recoiled
in disgust at her plate. Live snails? He gave her a
twisted smile.
"Eat up," he said. Like a puppet master with a marionette,
he made her pick up a snail and put it in her mouth. Her face
twisted into about to throw up as she chewed and swallowed the raw,
live creature.
"Open your mouth," he ordered her. "I want to see it gone." She
complied as she tried to stomach the first snail. He inspected the
inside for a few more seconds. When he was satisfied, he smirked at
her.
"Very good," he remarked. "Now finished the rest."
"Go to Hell!" she hissed. He ignored her and made her eat the
remaining six crawling snails. She kept trying to stomach each one.
He took it in with each time she made a face. The checking of each
one added insult to injury.
"Now for the main course!" he bragged. He rang the bell for the
tray. Her mumbling caught his ear.
"Hm?" he asked.
"Why?" she questioned. Her captor made an odd face at
her.
"Why what?" he asked.
"Why do you put me through this?"
He smirked as he took another sip of sake. "Again with the
questions, huh?" He set down his glass. "Very well. Since you've
kept up so far, I will tell you. It's because I love you."
"Liar!"
"What was that?"
"Liar! Return me back to me body now!"
He smirked as he shook his head at her. "I'm afraid I can't do
that."
"And why not?" she demanded.
"My, my, my, you talk too much," he replied. "I have a new rule
now."
"What?" she asked. He put up two fingers and drew them out in
front of him. She tried to ask what he was doing when she found
herself unable to speak. She tried to do so, but her voice was
gone. He sat back, smiling.
"Much better," he said. "Just in time for the main course.
Curry Peking duck with curry rice and natto along with goya
chanpuru on the side." She recoiled again at her
plate. He sat back, smiling.
"Eat up, my love," he said. "It's all for you." She cast him an
icy glare. What else could she do? He held her sitting in place and
took her voice. She came close to throwing up halfway through this
unappealing meal, but he refused to let her do so.
"Eat," he commanded. She squeaked as if to beg him to
stop.
"No," he insisted. "You have to finish your plate. Otherwise,
you won't get dessert." He continued to force her to eat the
disaster known as dinner. When she was done, he set down the
chopsticks.
"Whew! That was good!" He glanced at his pet. False pity
coated his face.
"Aw," he cooed. "Going to be sick already, hm?" She gritted her
teeth at him. He chuckled at her resilience.
"Okay then," he said. "Time for dessert." He rang the bell once
more. The final tray came to them. Bitter chocolate
squares soaked with a bitter wine. He licked his lips at
her.
"Hope you're still hungry," he told her. "Because we're at the
best part!" He picked up the chocolate and ate up. The squares tore
up her stomach even further. The sickness reached unbearable
levels. Still, he made her keep eating.
"You don't want to hurt my feelings, do you?" he asked in
between bites. "After all, I made this whole meal myself just for
you." Down went more of “Tsuzuki's specialty” squares.
After dessert, he raised his glass.
"To us!" he said. "To us and our love." The bitter raspberry
sake didn't help her stomach either. He grinned after his last
drink.
"Ah!" he said. Those cruel violet eyes turned to his captive.
"And now, you can go," he said. Her restraints fell free and she
hurried out of the dining hall.
"Keep it all down!" he yelled after her. That lasted for only
thirty seconds. In the hallway, she emptied out the contents of her
stomach.