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Da Shewan's hand pressed down harder on Grandpa's head, the motion rough and threatening. Grandpa's head was forced to shake beneath his palm, appearing to nod helplessly. His body could not withstand such torment, and he seemed to be in extreme pain. The already difficult-to-swallow sour meat slices became even more impossible to digest under this torture.
As Da Shewan applied more force, Grandpa's head shook more violently. Trembling from weakness and fear, he finally could not bear it any longer and spat out the meat slices from his mouth. The unchewed pieces and his saliva sprayed out, some even splattering onto Da Shewan's clothes.
Seeing this, Da Shewan suddenly froze in place. He looked down at the saliva and meat on his clothing, a cold and malicious glint flashing in his eyes. The atmosphere in the room grew even more oppressive and terrifying, as if a chilling aura emanated from Da Shewan, filling the entire space.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze turning cold and fierce. The corners of Da Shewan's mouth twitched slightly, revealing a cruel smile. He wiped the saliva off his clothes with his fingers and then coldly stared at Grandpa, his eyes filled with endless anger and hatred.
"You old fool, how dare you dirty my clothes!" Da Shewan growled in a low voice, his tone laced with coldness and threat. His hand reached out again toward Grandpa's head, this time with even more brutality and ferocity.
Grandpa's body trembled violently under Da Shewan's control, his eyes filled with despair and pain. Da Shewan forcefully pressed Grandpa's head against the back of the chair, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes. His fingers rubbed hard against Grandpa's scalp as if he intended to etch the pain and humiliation into Grandpa's very soul.
"Do you think this will make me stop?" Da Shewan said coldly, his voice deep and threatening. "You're just a useless old waste who dared to dirty my clothes; you'll pay for this."
His hand pressed down hard on Grandpa's head, leaving him powerless to resist due to pain and fear. The room was filled with Da Shewan's cruel laughter and Grandpa's helpless groans; at that moment, all fear and suffering were magnified infinitely within that small space.
Suddenly, Da Shewan grabbed Grandpa by the neck, his face contorted in a vicious expression that radiated pure rage and madness. He roared, "Fuck you! You idiot! How dare you refuse food when I give it to you!"
Da Shewan’s eyes sparkled with frenzied light as he tightened his grip around Grandpa’s neck with such force that it seemed he would crush the life out of him.
Grandpa’s eyes widened in shock, his face turning pale as he struggled to breathe. His chest heaved violently as he tried to draw in air but found himself powerless against Da Shewan’s iron grip. His mouth opened helplessly in an attempt to make a sound, but with his throat constricted tightly, only weak whimpers escaped.
Da Shewan seemed to have gone mad, relentlessly squeezing Grandpa’s neck, his eyes filled with endless rage and hatred. His fingers tightened further as if they would completely shatter Grandpa’s neck. Grandpa trembled continuously in the wheelchair, terror and despair filling his gaze; he could not breathe or make a sound, sinking into extreme agony.
"You worthless piece of trash! You dare spit out what I give you! Just watch how I teach you a lesson!" Da Shewan growled softly, his tone dripping with cruelty and coldness. His fingers dug deep into Grandpa’s skin as if he intended to destroy not just his body but also his very soul.
Grandpa's face gradually turned a deep purple, his eyes rolling back due to lack of oxygen. His body convulsed violently in the wheelchair, struggling to break free from the merciless restraints, but his strength was far too weak to resist Da Shewan's iron grip.
A sinister smile spread across Da Shewan's face as he reveled in the feeling of complete control, indifferent to Grandpa's suffering. In that moment, the room was filled with endless fear and despair, echoing only with Da Shewan's maniacal laughter and Grandpa's faint groans.
Just as Grandpa was about to lose consciousness, Da Shewan suddenly released his grip, allowing Grandpa to catch his breath for a moment. Grandpa's body slumped weakly in the wheelchair as he gasped for air, his face still pale, eyes filled with terror and pain. Da Shewan coldly regarded him before looking down at the pile of vomit on Grandpa's pants.
Bending down, Da Shewan grabbed the already soaked and foul-smelling mass of meat, a glint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. His movements were rough and decisive as he mercilessly shoved the disgusting mass back into Grandpa's mouth.
"Grandpa, you taught me not to waste food..." Da Shewan said with a false smile, his tone dripping with malice and mockery. "I hope you can do the same!"
Grandpa's eyes widened in horror as he weakly struggled, fingers gripping the armrests of the wheelchair in an attempt to resist Da Shewan's forced feeding. Da Shewan pressed down hard on Grandpa's chin, forcing his mouth open and brutally stuffing the repulsive food inside.
Grandpa's body trembled violently from this forced torment, his gaze filled with despair and agony. With that nauseating food stuffed in his mouth, he could not fight back and could only helplessly chew. Da Shewan’s fingers remained tightly pressed against Grandpa’s chin, compelling him to swallow the food.
"Come on, eat up; this way it won't go to waste," Da Shewan said with a smile, his voice laced with cruel delight. He enjoyed this feeling of total control, watching Grandpa’s helplessness filling him with a twisted sense of satisfaction.
With his mouth full of that sour-smelling meat, Grandpa struggled to breathe, emitting only faint whimpers. His body convulsed violently in the wheelchair as he tried to escape this torment, but his strength was far too feeble to withstand Da Shewan's brutality.
Da Shewan’s grip tightened further; Grandpa’s mouth was forcibly opened as food was shoved inside, causing choking sounds from his throat. Everything before him blurred as he felt his consciousness slipping away, yet the disgusting taste in his mouth and the pain in his throat remained painfully clear.
Watching Grandpa struggle, Da Shewan’s smile grew more smug. He coldly stated, "You better eat it obediently; otherwise, you'll regret it even more."
Helplessly chewing on the unpalatable food, Grandpa's eyes were filled with pain and despair. Finally, Da Shewan released his grip on Grandpa’s chin, but that cruel smile still lingered on his face.
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