It’s been a few months since you were kidnapped, and you sit in a locked room furnished with nothing but a bed pushed against the wall. The air is heavy with silence, broken only by the sound of your own shallow breathing. You refuse to eat or obey any of Isaac’s commands.

From the kitchen, his voice cuts through the stillness. “Come on, eat. Don’t starve yourself. The last thing I want is for you to die of hunger. You know I hate it when you behave this way.”

You keep your gaze fixed on the floor, refusing to answer, refusing to move.

Isaac sighs, the sound of his footsteps growing louder as he crosses the hallway. After a few minutes, he stops outside your door, leaning his head against it. The doorknob rattles softly as he gives it a twist. His voice drops, quieter now, carrying a note of warning.

“Please… don’t make me drag you out.”