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Da Shewan looked at Grandpa, his smile turning more malicious. He bent down and pinched Grandpa's chin, forcing him to look at the foul bento on the floor. The food inside had spoiled, with ants and some flies gathering on top, emitting a sour stench.
"Grandpa, I'm busy until evening tomorrow too. If you don't finish your meal, I won't give you a new one," Da Shewan said, his tone filled with mockery and threat. "You might want to eat it now; I can get you something new if you do. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with this bento tomorrow."
As he spoke, he poked at the pile of rotten food with his finger, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Grandpa's gaze was filled with fear and helplessness as he weakly struggled to escape Da Shewan's grip, but those hands held his chin like iron claws, rendering him immobile.
"Well? Have you thought it over?" Da Shewan sneered, tightening his grip even more. "You'd better behave; otherwise, I won't go easy on you."
Grandpa let his head droop, despair flooding his eyes.
At that moment, Da Shewan grabbed the bento from the ground, causing the ants to scatter in all directions, yet many small black bugs continued to struggle within the rice. Da Shewan looked at Grandpa mockingly, his smile growing even more sinister.
"Ah! Grandpa... are your hands too weak? Let me feed you!" he said viciously, completely disregarding Grandpa's will as he shoved the bento towards his mouth.
The disgusting sour smell of the bento hit Grandpa like a wave, causing him to grimace in pain as his stomach churned violently, nearly making him vomit. He weakly struggled to avoid the filthy food, but Da Shewan's hand clamped down on his head like a vice, leaving him no chance to escape.
"Eat up! Grandpa, this is specially prepared for you," Da Shewan taunted, increasing the pressure on Grandpa's jaw and forcing him to open his mouth. He shoved the bug-infested rice into Grandpa's mouth; the mixture of ants and insects made him feel extreme disgust and terror.
Ants scurried around in Grandpa's mouth, crawling over his tongue and teeth, even entering his throat. Tears of agony streamed down Grandpa's face as he helplessly swallowed the filthy food; each bite felt like an unbearable nightmare. His stomach churned as if it would erupt at any moment, but Da Shewan's grip remained tight on his chin, giving him no chance to escape.
The ants not only roamed inside Grandpa's mouth but also crawled along the corners of his lips onto his face and even into his nostrils and ears. Grandpa felt those ants crawling on his skin like countless tiny needles piercing through him with unbearable pain. His body trembled uncontrollably as if it were about to break apart.
"How is it? Tasty?" Da Shewan asked mockingly, a cruel light flickering in his eyes. He watched Grandpa's suffering with delight and satisfaction filling his heart. For him, this was a pleasurable game of torment, and Grandpa was merely a toy in his hands.
Grandpa struggled weakly, tears streaming down his face. He knew he could not resist this demon and could only silently endure the pain and humiliation. Da Shewan looked at Grandpa's helplessness with immense satisfaction and delight.
Da Shewan continued to force the foul-smelling bento into Grandpa's mouth, completely disregarding his suffering and resistance. Grandpa could not bear the nauseating taste and the sensation of ants crawling in his mouth, ultimately unable to hold back as he spat it out. Food and ants sprayed from his mouth, scattering across him and the floor.
Ants crawled frantically over Grandpa's body, biting his fragile skin, causing unbearable itching, yet he could not reach to scratch. His hands were powerless due to Da Shewan's grip, leaving him unable to move, forced to sit in his wheelchair while those tiny creatures ravaged him.
Da Shewan was splattered with food, and his expression changed instantly, as if a fire burned in his eyes. He looked at the filth and ants on himself, furious to the point of explosion.
"You old fool!" Da Shewan roared, his eyes filled with rage and madness. He raised his hand and slapped Grandpa hard across the face, causing his head to jerk sideways and his cheek to swell rapidly.
"Do you think you can escape like this?" Da Shewan said viciously, a twisted smile on his face. "You better behave, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"
He seized Grandpa's wrist again, forcibly dragging him toward the bento. Grandpa's hand was already bruised and swollen; every touch sent sharp pain through him.
"Eat! Finish it!" Da Shewan commanded, his fury burning even more intensely. He shoved the filthy food covered in ants back into Grandpa's mouth, forcing him to swallow.
Tears of pain streamed from Grandpa's eyes as he struggled weakly, trying to avoid the disgusting food, but Da Shewan's grip held his head like a vice, leaving him no escape. The ants continued to crawl over him, biting his delicate skin and filling him with immense pain and helplessness.
Da Shewan watched Grandpa's agony with pleasure and satisfaction. He knew he had complete control over this old man's fate; with just a bit more pressure, he could shatter his will entirely.
"Remember, Grandpa, you'd better behave," Da Shewan threatened softly, tightening his grip as if he intended to crush Grandpa's bones. He was aware that he had fully dominated this old man's destiny; just a little more pressure would completely break his spirit.
Grandpa hung his head weakly, deep despair and helplessness reflected in his eyes. He knew he could not escape this demon's grasp and could only silently endure this pain and humiliation. The ants continued their relentless march over him, amplifying his suffering and helplessness. Da Shewan's laughter echoed in the room like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Grandpa's heart.
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