The echo of heels bouncing off stone walls lifts the sleep from her as effectively as a cold shower. Fear creeps up, constricts her throat, she tries to move but it's impossible.

The rusted door creaks open. A woman in an achingly thin robe flicks a light. Four miner's lights blink on sending the shadows crawling.

"Lyndsay? Wake up"

The room is grubby, but clean. Like an abattoir after a slaughter with a steel bench, a sink, and some shelving racks. In the center, a woman lays on a rancid cot.

The smell from the room makes the newcomer's nose crinkle. She stores in breathing deeply, savouring the aroma of defecation.

The lady on the floor is grotesquely fat. Her body drips over the side like putty. The bands at her arms and feet are lost to rolls of infected skin.

"Lyndsey? I know you're awake, you fat bitch." She slaps Lyndsey hard and she wakes up.

"Pleased…" Lyndsay squeals like a pig. "Let me go."

From hidden recesses, the newcomer's pulls out a phone and opens Instagram. "Remember when you were thin?" She sneers and stands up.

"You still don't remember me, do you? Four months I've been feeding you and you've no idea who I am even though you tortured me for ten years."

From the side of the room she unhook a mechanical pulley system. The metal reflects in the light from the walls as she moves it over the girl. Lyndsey moans again as she's hooked to her chains. The moans grow louder as the contraption manipulates her into a seated position.

The woman walks back to the bench, reaches for a box at the front and pulls out a cone shaped collar.

"Pleasseeeee! I can't eat anymore." The piggy squeals again.

"That's so funny you should say that. It was basically my mantra through senior high."

She places the collar around Lyndsey's neck, pushing the rolls of fat out of the way. A tube dangles down. Picking up a funnel from a box, she forces it into Lyndsey's mouth, then retrieves a pre-made bottle of slop.

The hollow sound of her tubed moans fill the room.

"Shhh! You know it upsets me when you don't want your dinner."

The newcomer lifts the jug up and pours the contents slowly into the funnel. The milky liquid bubbles as Lyndsey resists. She chokes. Gags. The chokes continue as tears stream out her eyes. Some liquid spills, filling her neck line. The tube returns the run off to a jug. The woman keeps pouring.

"You told me I was fat. Do you remember? Ten years ago, I forced my fingers down my throat because of you." The lady undresses. Skin sucks into a skeletal frame.

"Who's skinny now, Bitch!"

Lyndsay feels the food adding to her already bloated organ.

The skinny lady lifts the jug of run offs and starts to pour. "You're going to eat until you rip open, For what you did you me."