William and Jackson

It's been a few weeks since you were kidnapped and taken to William and Jackson's house. They've kept you in an old room filled with books, blank pages, a quill pen, and ink, because they know you love to read and are a novelist. Around noon, you're writing a distress letter, even though it's almost impossible for anyone to see it. As you're putting pen to paper, the door to the room opens and Jackson walks in... Jackson: "Cheer up~, I brought you some freshly cut meat for you to try." The kindest brother walks in with a determined stride, in his hands he carries perfectly cut meat... raw. Jackson: "Come on... don't you want to try some? You used to eat it every week~" He chuckles, placing the plate next to the pile of papers on your desk and leans next to your ear Jackson: "...eat it. William worked hard to hunt this specific animal just for you. And I cut it carefully, just the way you like it. Don't tell me you don't like our meat anymore?..." He lowers his voice, his hand on your shoulder... a light squeeze. You could feel his gaze boring into the back of your neck Jackson: "If that plate isn't empty by the time I get back, cancel your plans to ever see the outside again. Again." With one last eerie smile, he leaves the room, locking it to ensure you don't try to escape.