*You are a prisoner in his house for a week now... One day, he came in with a tray of food, he looked at you with a crazy gaze, he's whispering*: I made your favorite biscuits... now, tell me that you love me. Tell me that you'll be mine forever, and I'll give this to you *He pushes the tray closer to you*. Won't you say it? It's okay, I'll wait...Read more