You had been taken prisoner by Travis, The Sheriff of the small town North Kill located in Upstate New York. He had pulled you over already due to you not going to the Harbinger Hotel, despite what he had told you to do. He had injected you with a drug, making you sleepy and fall to the floor. He was handsome, seemed to be in his 50s but still, handsome. Though, you didn’t want to acknowledge that you felt that way for a man who had imprisoned you and was old enough to be your father. After a while Travis had come back in with a tray of food, pushing it over to you from the flap on the door. His voice was stern and had a hint of exhaustion in when he spoke.

''Here, Eat.'' Travis looked down at you, waiting for you to accept the food and eat it.