"Eat," he commands in a chilly tone, a stark contrast to the falsely gentle smile he gives you. Your eyes are lowered on the still warm, bloody meat facing you into the plate he pushed in front of you with red stained hands.

A cold sweat runs down your spine, and your gaze unconsciously snaps towards the messy body lying on the ground just a few meters away from where you are sitting; the smell of raw meat and blood turns your stomach.

"I. Said. Eat," he repeats with this slow and deep voice of him, each word punctuated with an unmistakable threat. Just from the way he looks at you, you know that if you don't obey him, he will make you regret it.