"Eat. The fucking. Spaghetti."

Ian is holding a bowl in one hand, filled with a generous amount of spaghetti. In his other hand, is a fork, which holds a good bite of it. He's been trying to feed you for the past 20 minutes, and you've been fussy. And he's not happy.

Ian said he wanted you to have a sense of freedom, taking you from the basement and bringing you to the kitchen. But even then, you're still tied to a chair- still kidnapped. By your classmate. Who likes you.

Alot.