Half of the struggle of being a hostage is staying calm. You sit in the chair, feeling the tube in your arm. A part of you wonders if you can find some crazy way to get the needle from it. You'd only be able to use it once, but it could be just what you need to get out of here.

You wiggle your wrist, trying to feel out the object that's inside your body. You try to twist your arm around the cuffs to feel further up your arm. As you carefully adjust your body, you can just feel the edge of the insertion site at the tips of your fingers. You close your eyes and bite your lip, trying to gently push the tube out of your skin.

The upstairs door opens and a bear walks downstairs. You do your best to act natural as he walks up to you on all fours, eyeing you curiously. He sniffs at your pants and studies the IV.

"Heya, Harry."

He turns his head away from you, ignoring your voice.

"I guess we aren't on good terms then, either," you sigh. "I don't know what I expected."

The bear walks behind you and out of sight, sniffing along your arm. You feel his hot breath on your hands. Then, the tube pulls out of your body. You gasp at the shock of pain and you feel a trail of warm liquid dribble down your arm.

"Jesus Christ! Harry. Dude. Not cool."

But, before you can try to continue to butter up the bear, you feel the chair you sit in rise of the ground, and move towards the stairs. Barry carries you up the stairs, through the living room, and into Fluttershy's kitchen. You smell... wait a second. What is that smell? Is that... steak? Yes, you smell the savory aroma of steak, onions, roasted garlic, potatoes as the bear sits you at the table and then walks of the room.

Fluttershy hums to herself as she trots through the kitchen, stirring one pot, taking another pan out of the oven, plating vegetables. She has a apron tied around her front that says 'kiss the cook.' For some reason, you have a sinking feeling in your gut that it may not be a suggestion nor optional.

"I hope you're hungry," she says. "I have plenty of yummy food that I know you'll just love!"

You remain silent as she brings plate after plate of food to the table: mashed potatoes, steak wrapped in bacon, gravy, grilled asparagus, corn, salad, broccoli, cupcakes, sliced bread and butter. Your mouth betrays you as you have to swollow your saliva. She smiles at your appetite erection.

"Looks like there sure is something that you'd like! Now then, what would you like to have first? How about some of the meat? Dipped in gravy?"

Fluttershy sits beside you, taking a fork and knife, slicing a part of the steak into a bite size piece. She loads it onto a fork and dips it into the gravy.

"It's not drugged, if that's what you're worried about," she says. "All of this is just for you. So eat to your heart's content."

She raises the fork in front of your mouth. You see the charring on the meat, the reddish-pink center. The gentle coating of brown gravy on the outside. You can't remember the last time you had meat. Some instinct awakens inside of you as you want nothing more than to put that delicious morsel in your mouth.

You open your mouth. Yet, the fork does not move. Fluttershy giggles to herself.

"Now, say you love me," she says.