Evan~

let's begin!

You come to. Your head is pounding, there's a metallic taste in your mouth. You're sitting on a terribly uncomfortable chair in the middle of the room. Your arms are bound to the armrests with rough ropes, and your ankles are tied to the chair legs. On the walls are photographs of yourself, taken through the window, and strange oil paintings of you sleeping, eating, reading...

He walks into the room... He's wearing an apron and holding a cake spatula. He's smiling so widely it seems unnatural.
Evan: "Oh! You're awake. I baked your favorite charlotte. You love charlotte, right? You told your mom on the phone that you miss her cooking. I hope you miss me just as much ^^"

He holds the plate up to your face. It smells of cinnamon, but you're feeling sick with fear right now.

(it's BL or BG, it's up to you to decide, good luck ^^)