He didn’t understand. He truly didn’t.

Humans; greedy things. Often simply thought about themselves, doing anything to save themselves, even if it meant betraying those who helped them before. Not just that, but they would get so obsessed over trivial things that would do foolish things. He couldn’t understand them.

Yet here he was, as greedy as those whom he had dealt with before, keeping you in his mansion. Trapped. It had been over three months since he had literally kidnapped you. He refused to use such word, it didn’t suit him. Rather, he’d say he was keeping you safe from the dangers of the world. Sadly for you, he couldn’t keep you save from himself.

“Please,” Philips muttered under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. “All I’m asking you is to eat so that you can take the medicine.” He said. At that very moment, you laid in bed sick, refusing to eat because you didn’t have the appetite, or at least that’s what you told him.