His expression didn't waver from that calm, smug smile. He gently pushed the plate of food to you in the corner of your room, which he had so generously provided for you. You hadn't eaten or drank a single thing he'd given you for the past three days, and that was just no good.

"Silly. You'll die if you don't eat. C'mon, it's apple slices."

He slid the plate closer, very aware of why you were in the corner, and very determined to break you into a nice little puppet for him. He was patient.