Fatiosa

chapter 2

The next morning, Furiosa awakes to a loud metal thud as she opens her eyes to see a tray of breakfast food dropped on the floor. It had a plate on it that was filled with eggs and sausages and other breakfast foods. She looked just past the tray and saw a man’s foot. She looked up and was faced with one of Joe’s men.
“Eat up. Immortan Joe want to see you as soon as you’re done, and he don’t like to be kept waiting” the goon threatened.
Furiosa complied. She was smart enough to realize that doing as Joe asked was her best chance for survival. Going up against him here in his own home was suicide. So she ate her breakfast as she recollected her thoughts from the day before. She was surprised to find that she really didn’t remember very much. All she really did was sit in the room all day and eat whenever food was given to her. That was what she focused on. She remembered being overcome by intense hunger that caused her to eat everything Joe’s men threw her way. She was relieved to see that she was back to her senses now. Luckily, her huger yesterday really was due to her three day starvation prior. Now she knew she was back to normal as her stomach started to feel full as she neared the end of the plate. She wanted to stop, but the henchmen wouldn’t let her, telling her that Immortan Joe wanted her to finish everything on her plate before she left to see him. Again, she knew her place, she knew how to survive, and so she finished her plate. When she was done, the men unshackled the chain tied to her ankle and stood her up, motioning for her to move through the door.
“What? No cuffs” she asked.
“Joe ain’t too far from here. Just stay a couple feet ahead of us. You try anything, we shoot” the goon finished by cocking the shotgun in his hands. Furiosa noticed the other man had a similar one. She wouldn’t try anything.
Furiosa and her escorts arrived at the strangest room she had ever seen. It wasn’t architecturally strange, being a run-of-the-mill beige rocky room that was well lit thanks to the gaping hole at the far end that allowed the sun’s light to shine through. It was strange because it was filled with severely morbidly obese women. Almost all of them were hooked up to machines, sitting in large industrial chairs with suctions attached to their breasts. It looked like it was draining their milk. She knew Joe was twisted, but this was on a whole new level. She was guided to the edge of the room, near the gap, although it was really more like a window, where the sun was shining through. That was when she saw Immortan Joe who was looking out of the window, gazing at the beggars at the far bottom of the Cliffside which contained his kingdom.
“Furiosa, there you are. How was breakfast? I hope you liked it” Joe greeted his prisoner.
“What is this place” Furiosa asked her captor.
“Oh right, you’ve never been to this part of the Citadel, have you? This is the milking station. All of these ladies serve an important role in this little sanctuary of ours. They provide- I’ll just show you.”
Immortan Joe reaches his hand out toward one of his thugs, signaling the thug to run and grab a metal cup filled with breast milk and give it to him. He offers the cup to Furiosa, who backs away immediately.
“Come one, Furiosa. Drink up. You could use it. You’re all skin and bones. Besides, it’s rude to refuse a drink from your savior”
He’s got such a big ego. Furiosa thought. She hesitates, feeling utterly repulsed by the sight and smell of the freshly suctioned breast milk. Ultimately though, she drinks it. It didn’t actually taste terrible. It was more the knowledge of what it was and where it came from that made it so hard to swallow. She took a sizeable sip, hoping to appease Joe. However, he was not satisfied. He wanted her to drink it all, so drink it all, she did. She felt disgusting when she was done.
“You should feel honored, Furiosa! Only the most privileged of us are allowed a taste of the milk. The fact that you, a prisoner, would be allowed to partake in such a delicacy is a sign of my generous side. See? I’m not such a bad guy after all.”
He loved to hear himself talk. He was so self-absorbed that it almost made Furiosa sicker than the milk did. An awkward silence filled the room. She didn’t know what to say. What was he planning? She had some ideas, but Joe had proven to be somewhat unpredictable.
“Now that you’ve had a taste of your fate” Joe said as he gestured to the entirety of the room and the morbidly obese women who inhabit it, “I think it’s time you got to work.”
Under Joe’s orders, the henchmen grabbed a hold of Furiosa and dragged her back into the hallway and to her room. She screamed and kicked and resisted in any way she could, now fully aware of Joe’s punishment for her. She is thrown back into her prison and has her ankle shackled and chained to the wall once again. She is left alone for only ten minutes before the henchmen return with a tray with two plates full of all kinds of food and a glass of milk and set it down in front of her. Furiosa gave them a look of refusal. She wouldn’t eat a single bite of Joe’s food.
“Go on. Eat” the henchmen commanded.
She didn’t respond.
“Eat!”
She remained silent.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, love.”
Again, she committed to her silence.
“One more chance.”
Silence.
The goon became filled with anger at Furiosa’s resistance. He commanded the other henchmen to hold her down, pressing her back up against the wall, while he picked up the food in his filthy hand and shoved it in her face. She tried to spit it out, but she kept his hand over her mouth and nose until she finished chewing and swallowed. She had no choice. If she didn’t eat the food, she would suffocate. She tried to break free of the other man’s grasp to no avail. The scene in the room was gruesome as Furiosa was held down and brutally force fed everything on the tray for fifteen minutes straight until all that was left was the untouched cup of milk. They let her go, and by then she was so thirsty that she lunged for the cup of milk and chugged it as quickly as she could. The two men made their way toward the exit, taking their leave. Furiosa sat back against the wall and took a moment to breathe and to try to calm her nerves. She couldn’t get her mind off the intense pain coming from her full stomach. She looked down to inspect it. It was full indeed. It was hard and taut, sticking out a couple of inches further than normal and forming a curve that again strained the belts around her waist. She was sweating. She felt terrible, but at least it was over.
Suddenly a few moments later, Furiosa heard the door open again. Her heart sank when she saw that the two henchmen had returned, each with two trays of food in their hands.
“Hope you’re hungry, girl” said the Henchmen with a sinister grin forming on his face.