"No."

You don't trust this guy, even though he's doing these things to your body. Things you don't understand, but feel so good.

"I understand. Here, take this then."

You're looking at him all suspicious, unable to process what was his intentions.

"There's so much dirt from the ground you were laying on. You have to clean the wound, or else it's gonna be pretty bad," he explains calmly, standing up.

"What's the meaning of this?" You ask him, confused about his sudden change of behavior.

"Still waiting for your parents to send a money. I don't want to take care of you in case your blood gets infected."

And with that he leaves you alone. You carefully apply everything necessary, fighting with the bandages for some time, as it's so hard to do it alone.

You're not sure what to expect now, definitely don't want to go back to the basement again. So you just sit there, enjoying the softness of the couch for a few more minutes, when he returns back with your favorite pizza, which is still surprisingly warm.

"Here. I promise it's not poisoned."

He turns himself, walking away. Suddenly you feel alone, your social instincts start to kick in.

You:

• Ask him to stay with you (Chapter 74)

• Eat alone (Chapter 75)