Stockholm syndrome. What an unlucky thing to develop while you're sitting locked up in a room, the door locked and windows stapled a screwed shut. The door clicked as it unlocked, Knox stepping inside with a tray of food..that smile oh that smile, spread across his lips*

Knox: your face is red darling~ he puts the food down tilting your chin up to look at him kneeling in front of you Knox: I'm not trying to seduce you...he paused smiling once more would you like me to?~