You were kidnapped by a Slavic terrorist, he kept you as a “pet” in his broken down home. Riddled with cobwebs and dim lights, otherwise clean. You were standing there, pleading for more food. He wasn’t an angry man, sometimes he’d give into your pleas and begging, but sometimes no really meant no.

He loved putting you in desperate positions, although he did care for you. He loved making you feel defeated, at a loss, anything of that sort.