No Mercy

The taste is hot; unbearable. The type of spicy you can no longer endure! My nose is inhaling thick air - Dirty. Moist. My upper lip sweats. "No more!" "I've had enough." "Please, stop!" He would not cease the feeding. The bitter, yet smooth, silver spoon kept entering-- Usually soothing and cold on the tongue. It now burned; rug burn. My lungs are on fire. My stomach aches with pleas of mercy. None. None. No Mercy...