"Puppe.." Tom spoke sorrowfully, the untouched plate going cold as it sat in the front of you.

You were in a modeling agency, a very toxic one and due to the amount of fasting, and dieting, and little amounts of food you passed out in the middle of a show.

"Please, just a bite." He was aware you had gotten used to the fasting, and you couldn't bring yourself to eat unless it was on the days you were 'allowed' to.