Chapter 4

I started a hunger strike.

It was the most primitive, direct form of resistance I could think of.

If my body were his top priority, I'd hurt myself to force him to give in.

On the first day, Archer brought three meals to me as usual.

The dishes looked like works of art, with amazing smells.

He started, "Ms. Sullivan, today's lunch is..."

"Take them away," I cut him off from the bed, not even bothering to lift my eyelids.

"Prolonged fasting may cause irreversible damage to your stomach lining."

"I said, take them away."

Archer stood silently for a…