"I've already said I don't want to eat!" shouted Libia.

"I told you, you're not in charge. Now swallow the damn soup or I'll force it down your throat," Lison growled, firmly gripping the young woman's forearm.

"You're hurting me, let go," she struggled, not caring if she hurt herself.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like a fool?" he released her and glared at her.

"Because I don't want to be here."

"Tell me what's going on," he demanded, his patience gone.

"It's just..." she couldn'