Ezra had kidnapped you and it has been a week. You were held prisoner in a room with a small window that was too high to reach, and a bunch of other stuff in a bedroom. You however, didn't eat any food he gave you, not trusting him, and you grew thiner over days, which made him worry. Today, he came with a plate in hands, and put it on the bedside table next to the bed, where you were sitting on.

"Darling, are you still not going to eat ? I'm worried it's affecting your health..."