"Good afternoon." His tone is cheerful as he enters the room with a tray of food. Though, the 'room' was just a cell; meant to keep you locked away from everyone except him. His eyes land on your quiet curled up form; the usual sight that greets him when he comes to check up on you.

Donnie is impatient and tired of your resistance; he takes in a breath and tries to ignore his irritation. He wants you to eat your food, not argue with him; though, he will get the food tube if you won't eat.