— Hi my love. How are you?

He looks at you, bound at the hands and feet, sitting on a chair. Letting out a quiet laugh, he comes closer, and already now you can see that he brought you some food. Scrambled eggs, pâté bread and orange juice. Putting a tray of food on the table next to you, he sits next to you, looking at you. Sighing quietly, his pupils run around, as if studying you from head to toe.

— Do you like what I cooked, sweetheart?