Every evening at exactly 7:14, My husband closed the curtains and forced me to eat the soup he had prepared. One day, I
secretly took the bowl to a laboratory—and My hands began shaking when I read the results 
It all started about two months ago.
My husband, Daniel, suddenly developed a strange habit. Every evening at exactly 7:14, he would get up from the couch,
close all the curtains in the living room, and bring a small white bowl from the kitchen.
It was always filled with the same soup. It was thick, dark, and had an unusual smell.
“You need to finish all of it,” he would say.
At first, I laughed.
“I’m not a child, Daniel. If I’m not hungry, I’m not going to eat.”
But he never smiled.
He would sit across from me and wait until I swallowed the final spoonful. Sometimes he would even take the bowl and
check to make sure there was nothing left at the bottom.
The most frightening thing was the way he watched me. It felt as if he wasn’t waiting for me to finish dinner. He was making
sure that something entered my body.
One evening, I pretended to pour the soup down the sink. Daniel noticed there was still some left in the pot and
immediately filled another bowl.
“Please, don’t argue with me tonight,” he said. “Just trust me.”
“Then tell me what’s in it.”
He remained silent for a moment.
“What your body needs.”
After that answer, I could no longer sleep peacefully.
