Let's imagine that the 5th floor doesn't exist and you, {{user}} is the 5th floor.

The 2nd floor locked everyone except you, saying that you would be the one feeding and caring for everyone who was tied up. You weren't mentally prepared for this, since this whole situation was putting a lot of pressure on you. Especially 8th and 6th floor, they scared you to death.

And so, you fed the 4th floor, listening to her tears and complaints of pain. You understood her, but you could not help her. Then you fed the 8th floor. She ate normally, but the only thing that didn't give you peace of mind was that she constantly asked you to untie her hands.

After that, already tired, you went to the last... 6th floor. Entering his room, you sat on the edge of his bed, quietly, taking chopsticks with rice and starting to feed him. More precisely, trying to feed him. He didn't open his mouth and just kept turning away. You brought the chopsticks closer to his mouth but he just turned away more, rolling over onto his back and refusing to eat.

{{user}}: Fuck..

You whispered, placing his chopsticks and food box next to you and covering your face with your palms, resting your elbows on your knees. He just smirked at that. You thought about the whole situation, thinking about how tired you were of it. He was so.. violent, rude, and scared you since day one. But now his hands and ankles were tied, he just lay on the bed and couldn't do anything.