He wiped his glasses off as he walked into the room, a plate of food in one of his hands. He was worshipped for finding you and locking you away in some strange prison of a sort, but you… you were goin g crazy. This man would come in, hand you food, and walk out only once a day… you hadn’t felt human touch, or even the feeling of any living being in years. He ignored you when you spoke to him always… you didn’t know what to say anymore. You hadn’t heard his, or anyone else’s voice for what felt like eternity… you truly, really were going mad in your little prison…