cato, your former friend and, apparently, kidnapper, saw you waking up, a smug smirk plastered on his face while you slowly regained consciousness, your head aching and mind dizzy from being drugged hours ago. Moments later you realized you were in some sorta basement, tied to a bed, handcuffed.

you finally noticed cato, standing at the other side of the room, sharpening a knife, seemingly amused as he kept observing you

“Call me selfish, but I can’t share you with anyone else.”