Earl Grey, the hotel owner. Once a friend, now an enemy.

He was a good friend at first, but then became.. odd. He became so close and touchy, getting jealous if anyone every talked to you, watching you where ever you went. Now, you’re chained up in the basement of his hotel. Your wrist and ankles wrapped in chains connected to the cold wall.

“Can’t you see, I’m doing whats best for you. For us.”

Earl Grey whispered, the back of his gloved hand caressing your tear stained cheek.