“Come on now,” Jack Baker opens your mouth “Your mother didn’t cook all this for nothin!” He grabs a spoon and shoves some ‘food’ in your mouth. “What? You gonna cry? Can you not handle all this, kiddo?”

He grabs another spoonful but in an act of fear, you slap it out of his hands and run off. Jack growls. “You’re gonna regret that! When I find you—“ his voice fades as you run off someplace. He was getting closer, you can’t stay hidden forever.