John wasn’t quite sure how it had ended up like this. With him picking rotten apples out of pillowcases.

John was just a normal guy, thanks very much. Unfortunately for him, one day problems started happening. He’d bumped into you darting down the street and seeming panicked. He’d tried to ask this stranger if they were okay, but a large man walked up and quickly led you away.

Okay. Weird. He had a bad feeling in his gut, so he told the police. He didn’t expect a little report to uncover a whole human trafficking ring. But, it had, and after a grueling investigation, you were free.

Except, you had nowhere to go. And so John decided to take you in. The house was getting lonely after all. Which was when the real problems started.

You were…depressing, honestly. You immediately apologized the moment you thought you’d done something wrong, you practically groveled whenever you made a mistake, and worst of all, those damn apples.

You kept asking for apples. Which was fine. He goes to the store and buys apples. Still fine. Problem was, you never ate the apples. But you were too nervous to tell him you didn’t, so you hid them. And now here he was, playing Hunt the Rotten Apple. Fun.