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Chapter 11 (v.1) - Chapter Eleven

Submitted: August 24, 2018

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Submitted: August 24, 2018



Medio Terrarum

Amare was beaming as she allowed Amruth to guide her by the hand to his front door. The car ride to get there had not taken long. Only five minutes after leaving the Harper property, the two of them had pulled up in front of a small, tan house. 

Unlocking the door, Amruth allowed Amare to step into his home. "The movies are on the bookshelf in the living room," he said, pulling the door closed behind them. "It's your turn to pick." 

Amare smiled as she walked into what she assumed to be the room in question, thinking back to the days in Coelum when Gabe and her used to spend their nights similarly. She circled around the small black couch toward the bookshelf that stood to the right of the large, flat screen television. It was a tiny, wooden thing with only two shelves. 

She studied the CD cases in interest. A lot of them were black and featured ugly font that spelled out titles such as "The Shining," "IT," and "Human Centipede." Amare frowned. Coelum had a lot of movies - one of her favorites being "A Sinner's Game" starring River Phoenix and Robin Williams - but she had never heard of any of these before. Jammed at the end were a couple of more light hearted looking films in prettier text. She pulled one called "Dirty Dancing" off the shelf and studied its cover. 

"The ones on the end are my mom's." Amruth was standing a couple of feet behind her. "She loves the classics." 

Amare held up "Dirty Dancing" and smiled. "Let's do this one." 

Amruth raised his eyebrows. "Really?" 

Amare shrugged. "Why not?" 

"I mean, it's your night. I'm just glad you didn't pick 'Twilight' again," Amruth chuckled. "Come in the kitched and grab your food." 

Amare followed him out of the living room and into a small kitchen area that displayed a refrigerator, stove, microwave, and dishwasher all crammed between a dozen cluttered cabinets. An island in the middle of the space was covered in a bowl of salad, about six different vegetable, some white-meat chicken, and a pitcher of ice water. Amare scrunched her face slightly at her choices. "Where's the pizza?" 

Amruth laughed loudly, but he stopped when Amare did not join in. "You're joking, right?" 

Amare tilted her head. "Why would I be joking?" 

"I though we were going on a diet together. You know, to get rid of my pal here." Amruth patted his stomach. 

Amare stared at him confused, not answering. 

Amruth's face fell slightly. "I mean, if you really want, I think my brother may have some leftovers in here from last night." He opened the fridge and pulled out a large pizza box, placing it on the table amongst the healthier options. Amare opened its cardboard lid, hungrily. She was happy to find only a couple pieces were missing. 

Amruth handed her a plate, and as Amare ripped a slice of the pepperoni topped pizza from the box, he started to pile salad onto his own plate. He headed to the living room to set up the movie. Amare stared after him, thinking, before placing four more pieces of the pizza onto her plate and following behind him. 

Amruth had set his plate on the coffee table in front of the couch. He was kneeling in front of the DVD player, inserting the disc. Amare smiled, lifting a piece of pizza from her plate and laying it on top of his chicken breast. She then sat down and took a bite of her slice. 

The disc being ready, Amruth turned around to join Amare on the couch, grabbing his plate. When he noticed the pizza on top of his neatly arranged food, the corners of his mouth turned downward into a frown. "Cara, what is this?" 

It took Amare a second to recognize he was talking to her, still not used to her new name. "Oh... yeah. You're welcome." Amare smiled. 

Amruth lifted the limp slice from his plate and placed it back on Amare's.

"You don't want it?" 

"I'm trying to be good." 

Amare stared down at her own plate, a pang of guilt going through her heart. The food she had previously been excited about no longer looked appetizing. "Think you're better than me," she muttered. 

"What did you say?"

Amare turned to Amruth, angrily. "You think you're better than me, don't you?" 

"Cara, I never said that-" 

"You think because I'm not eating your stupid salad I'm beneath you. Well, sorry if I'm not as much as a health freak as you want me to be." 

"Babe, I would never think any of that. I'm just trying to stay away from carbs. It's a personal preference." 

"What bad could one slice do?" 

"That's what I used to ask myself a lost, and it never got me anywhere." 

"So what, I'm supposed to sit here next to you and pretend you're not silently judging me?" 

"Cara! What is up with you? I never judge. You know that." 

"Then prove it." 

Amruth squinted at Amare, confused. "Prove it-? What does that even mean?" 

Amare held up the pizza she had taken a bite of. "Eat this." 

"Cara, I don't know what's gotten into you. I've alread explained-" 

Amare stood up, abandoning her plate on the couch and cutting him off. "Eat it, Amruth." 

"I don't want to," he said slowly, and clearly. 

Amare quickly straddled his legs, roughly forcing his head back by his throat. 

"Cara!" Amruth choked out through Amare's strong grip on his neck. He tried to pry her fingers away but he couldn't. 

"You will eat this." Amare spoke in a deadly whisper now, ignoring the man's choking breaths. "I swear to God, Amruth, you will eat this; and then you and me are going to watch this movie. We're going to watch it together, and you're going to love me just like Gabriel did." 

Amruth's eyes were now watering from both fear and lack of air. "Cara- please-" he gasped. 

Amare slowly lowered the pizza into his open mouth. Once the food hit the back of his throat, Amruth added coughing and gagging to his choking. Using her fingers, Amare stuffed the pizza in as far as it would go, pushing the cheesy food all the way down his throat until only the crust was protruding from his gaping mouth. 

Amruth shook violently beneath Amare, attempting to buck her off of his lap. His eyes were starting to roll toward the back of his head. 

"Shhhhh," Amare cooed. She brushed her fingers against his cheek soothingly, tracing his jawline. "Look, it's almost gone." She smiled grimly before continuing to shove the hard crust past his lips, making it join the rest of the food in his mouth. Amruth's chest heaved and his back arched. Amare did not stop pushing the food down his throat. Amruth's whole body shuddered as his lungs gave a final attempt to find air. Amare's fingers were now knuckle deep in his mouth. It was only when Amruth finally became motionless that she stopped forcing the food down. Her hand slowly abandoned his neck, sliding smoothly against his skin.She leaned back, studying his rigid figure.

His head was still tilted back against the couch and his mouth was partially open, his cheeks bulging slightly from the amount of food stuffed in them. His eyes were still open, and they stared blankly up at the ceiling. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Amare got off Amruth's lap and picked up her plate again. She sat down next to him on the couch. The home screen of the movie had popped up on the television. Amare picked up the remote, pressing play. Then she leaned against Amruth's body, enjoying its fading warmth as the commercials began. 

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