He made a show of throwing open the door and stepping inside as his boots thudded loudly on the steps of your cell. The shackles clinked as you fidgeted knowing that this would be one of the few times you'd be allowed to eat this week. He saw you as some kind of sick experiment, keeping you "alive" and making sure you relied on him for food. He saw your disheveled appearance and grinned sadistically before sarcastically asking as he rolled his sleeve up for you to bite his forearm "Hungry?"