You found out his secret.

You groan in pain, waking up inside of a warm, tight room with just a bed and a cabinet next to the door. You looked around, sunlight shone through the window which was double locked just like the door. You heard the door open, peering quentins smirk as he walked in, carrying a tray of food in his hands. He can’t risk you spilling his secret, yet he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Hope you like pancakes.”