30x300 by -yannik-
DAY TWENTY TWO
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They found another way. Hands in handcuffs, one guard with a phaser, the other with a spoon, hovering above him. Like a baby. He would have laughed, because it was funny.
"Open your mouth."
What if I don't?
"Open your mouth!"
And what if I don't?
"Ivan, there must be another way."
"Don't do this. You already forgot what he tried to do to you?"
"No, but… Maybe he really needs that psych evaluation, the Doc…"
Tom eyed one and then another, with a small sparkle of hope. Ivan must have noticed, because he inhaled, looked at Tom, changed his mind, exhaled, and said:
"Maybe. But maybe our reports would convince the Captain to keep him here for another thirty days? Or if he doesn't eat. Lets go and write it!"
Ivan really intended to leave the cell.
Tom stared at him terrified, and then he obediently opened his mouth. Ivan smiled wickedly, and started spoonfeeding him. As foul leola root was dropping down Tom's gullet - and he didn't find it funny any longer - he thought Captain Janeway wouldn't do that. The small part of his mind, that was still deliberate, kept repeating that it was just something Ivan contrived to frighten him.
But he couldn't take risks. After all he didn't know Captain anymore. So he swallowed. One more gulp. One more. There was not enough room inside him. He would explode! Or worse – grow so big that he wouldn't fit here anymore. That was it! The cell wasn't shrinking - he was growing. Soon he'll be too large for it. He won't fit in…
Before he knew it, all the food they packed into him was back out, all over the floor.
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t.b.c.