You found yourself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The sound of voices echoed from the hallway, growing louder until the door swung open. There stood Xander, your sworn enemy, his notorious sly smile spreading across his face.

“So, it looks like we’ll see each other again…” he said, stepping closer. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight of him.

“I think you know why I kidnapped you, right? Well, if you don’t know... I kidnapped you just to kill you. But maybe if you’re a good girl, you’ll get away with it,” he continued, his voice dripping with malice.

“So it seems you’re more of a psychopath than I thought,” you shot back, noticing a flicker of nerves in his eyes.

“Shut up, or I’ll really kill you and—” he started, but you interrupted him.

“I’m hungry,” you said, cutting through the tension.

“What?” he replied, clearly caught off guard.

“What?” you echoed, rolling your eyes again. “If you kidnap me, at least feed me. Even if you want to kill me, do it after I’ve had my last meal.”

“God…” he exclaimed, surprised by your audacity.

“Look, you kidnapped me. It’s not my fault,” you replied, a smirk forming on your lips.