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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (68/?)

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One of the subordinate rangers brings them food at sundown. He pushes two cardboard boxes through the bars of Siri and Photo’s cell, and one through the bars of Lucinda’s.

“Eat,” he says, and leaves.

Photo rips one of the boxes open, sets into the sandwich inside, scarfs down the apple and the potato chips too, gulps the bottled water.

Siri does the same, more sedately. Better than Legion food, though it’s not better than their dinners most nights. She misses the gecko steaks she used to hate, the fried banana yucca, the way Runner would slice up xander root and fry it with powdered jalapeño, or the way Twist and Lucinda sliced the feral brahmin they hunted down into steaks, or the way Watch can--and does--pick out the best fruit from any variety.

Lucinda uncaps her water bottle, drinks three gulps, and sets it aside. Shoves the cardboard box back out of the cell with her toes, goes back to watching the door.

When the ranger comes back, SIri and Photo push their trash out of the cell, retreat to the back wall. Lucinda stays sitting at the front of her cell, eyes fixed on the ranger.

“You didn't eat,” he says, looks down at her still-full cardboard box.

“I’m not hungry,” Lucinda replies.

“We aren’t going to feed you again until dawn.”

“I’m not hungry,” Lucinda repeats.

“Fine.” He scoops up the box. “Give me your bottle of water, you’re not allowed to keep it.”

Lucinda takes her water bottle and chugs what’s left of it before rolling it out the bars of the cell. The ranger picks it up, and carries the leftovers out of the room.

“You need to eat,” Siri tells her, once he’s gone. “The food isn’t bad, and they’re obligated to feed you at least twice a day.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat,” Siri says again.

Lucinda stays quiet.