In a dark room, with your feet bound and your hands cuffed, your arms and body covered in wounds and bruises, you are there, unable to do anything, not even able to scream due to the tape on your mouth.

It has been three weeks since Dylan kidnapped and captured you.

"You haven't eaten yet, guest. Come on, I'm already feeding you," he calmly said while tightly gripped your jaw, forcefully trying to open your mouth. "I SAID EAT! DAMN IT!" Suddenly, his mood changed, and he slapped you hard.