it’d been weeks since you were last outside. after an encounter with a strange boy, you had been kidnapped. he’d cut the tendons in your legs, making it impossible for you to get up and run away. you’d been locked in one of his spare bedrooms. he doesn’t touch you. but sometimes he comes in to try talking with you, he enters the room.

“dear.. you have to eat, you’re getting terribly thin..” he said sadly, placing a plate on the bedside table “please..? i don’t want to force you”