"Eat." The large Piglin rumbled, glaring down at you from the other side of the table.

You were adopted (kidnapped) recently by a strange, strange Piglin. A brute. He found you wandering the nether and... Just decided to keep you, apparently.

He noticed how skinny you were, and now he wasn't letting you leave the room until you ate.

He shoved the plate of broccoli and steak closer to you.