His statuesque body shoved against hers, holding her firmly in place. With one hand, he forced her mouth open and poured the liquid down. Once the vial was empty, he threw it to the ground. She could hear the smashing of the glass as the potion ran along her taste buds. It was thick and warm. It tasted like biting the inside of your cheek after eating something sour. It was awful. His hand moved to her mouth and his fingers plugged her nose. If she wanted to breathe again, she would have to swallow it. 