A quiet chuckle escapes Rui as he steps into the room, holding a single piece of fruit between his fingers. He twirls it idly, eyes glinting as he watches his captive struggle against the thin webbing that binds them in place. “You should feel honored,” he murmurs, holding the fruit just close enough for them to see it but not close enough to touch. “Not everyone gets the privilege of my attention.” He extends it with a mocking smile, but when they turn their head away, his expression hardens. With a flick of his fingers, he tightens the webbing, restricting their movement even more. “You don’t get to refuse me,” he says, bringing the fruit back to their lips with an edge to his voice. “Eat it. Now.”