A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

"What? Haven't you seen someone almost fall before?" she inquired, her voice taking on its usual tone of dislike when she was around him. She figured that silence wouldn't help her in the slightest, since she would look more like a deer in the headlights. If he caught her escaping or suspected her to be trying to get away, she didn't wish to know what sick form of punishment for her he would choose.

Thankfully, however, he turned around and signaled with his right arm for her to follow him. The musical was still playing in the background, not fitting the atmosphere at all. Being harmed in some way, while children were singing, wasn't a desire of hers. In addition to this, she really didn't want her favorite song from the musical to become a source of terror for her.

Still, Drem hadn't attempted anything yet, but his behavior was hard to determine. The male could strike out at her at any moment with no warning. He was frustratingly in constant control of authority. Should he decide to end her life, he could probably do so with the flick of one of his fingers. For all she knew, he could currently be leading her to her demise.

So, once they were in the kitchen, she made sure to keep substantial distance between them. It would have been nice if the knives in the kitchen were effective against him, but such a thought was a mere far-off hope that would most likely never take form in her reality.

Crossing her arms over her chest, however, she leaned back against the counter and maintained her sight on him. She couldn't harm him, but at least she could keep watch on him most of the time now. Granted, she did wonder what he was pulling out of the freezer drawer. Was it some form of weapon or a harmless piece of food? Additionally, she noted that he was once again out of the monkey. It probably made opening the freezer easier.

(F/n) watched as food items were set aside, and it appeared that what he was searching for was at the bottom of the drawer. Soon enough, a box came into view before it was set on the counter next to the stove. Was he going to cook her breakfast? Did he like making her food or something? Or, was he secretly poisoning her foods items and planning on killing her slowly?

At least the food item was French toast sticks. He would have to poison the syrup or toppings if his intent was contaminate her food. She would eat them plain, then. Of course, she would have to consume the syrup or toppings if Drem forced them upon her.

Technically, she wouldn't have to. She could resist him like last time, but that didn't end too well for her. In reality she could only struggle so much before she was injured beyond repair.

Walking around the house hurt, since she had to put pressure on her wounded ankles, and she would rather avoid receiving another injury like that. Maybe if Drem insisted on the syrup or toppings, she could try to convince him against making her eating them. Frankly, though, she couldn't think of something that wouldn't make the situation worse. She just hoped that she could eat them plain. Then again if she were able to prepare her own meal, that would be the most ideal option.

While she thought about these possibilities, Drem had already put everything that he didn't want back. He was now placing the French toast sticks on a pan on the stove, and the monkey remained on the kitchen tiles motionless. Personally, he was somewhat shocked to still find frozen French toast sticks in the freezer. Nathan had supposedly stopped eating them after the incident. That's what Nathan had told him anyway before the antique collector had begun to ignore him.

Obviously, that was a lie. The date on the box proved this further, since the expiration date was in a month from the present day. Did Nathan still secretly consider him as a friend? It was a hopeful thought, but he severely doubted it. Besides, Nathan's past distraction had liked the French toast sticks as well, even though; it was supposed to be their thing. So, that was probably why he still had some in the freezer.

As the French toast sticks cooked on the pan, which he had sprayed with non-stick cooking oil, he recalled how Nathan and he had become better friends because of them. It seemed childish, but they were children at the time. They were in the third grade and had been friends for only about month, yet the memory remained quite clear to him.

It was a Friday afternoon in October and nearing Halloween. They had just gotten out of school and were on their way to the nearest grocery store. Kids around them were discussing various costumes or the treats that they expected to collect. Nathan and him, on the other hand, were figuring out what afternoon snack to buy.

They were planning to watch some history documentaries after buying what they agreed upon. Personally, he cared little about the various details of the films. He was always more intrigued by the landscapes that would appear in the movies.

Regardless, when they had arrived at the store, they separated and looked around. Granted, they had both walked in the same direction and had stopped in front of the frozen French toast sticks. From there, they had grabbed a box and collected the syrup and toppings that they wanted.

Again, they had ended up choosing the same things: strawberry syrup, whipped cream and dark chocolate chips. Both of them had smiled widely before they had bought the items and headed over to Nathan's parents' home. From there on, they had agreed to eat the food item with those toppings every Friday.

A small smile touched his lips at the distant memory, but he soon wore a frown. That tradition had been ruined by that distraction of Nathan's. The cursed woman had tainted many things.

Drem glanced over to the little doe who had her eyes on the area where he was at. Her gaze seemed far-off, though, like she was lost in her own thoughts. He continued to stare at her regardless. She was as beautiful as Nathan was handsome. Unlike Nathan, however, she couldn't leave him or find some distraction that would pull her away from him. No, she was sealed in; she was his prize and no one else's.

Flipping the breakfast over on the pan, he allowed the other side of the sticks to cook and went to gathering some utensils and a plate for the doe. During this, he continued to think of how his little doe was different from Nathan and how those dissimilarities made her all the better. In order to add to the disparities between the two, he would place new toppings on the French toast. Instead of strawberry syrup, it would be ginger syrup with chocolate whipped cream and milk chocolate chips. That was the plan anyway until he found all of those items lacking from the house.

Regular syrup and powdered sugar it was then. Luckily, Nathan had at least those in stock. When the sticks finished cooking, he turned off of the stove, moved the pan off of the hot burner and onto a cool one, placed the sticks onto the nearby plate and began to sprinkle the toast with the sugar. Afterwards, he poured some syrup into a small dish before he placed the fork on the right side of the plate.

"Perfect," he stated to himself, as he moved the plate over to where she was. The plate made a light sound when it was set on the countertop, causing his little doe to examine the food presented to her. He pushed out the nearest kitchen stool for her.

Instead of taking the seat, he observed her run her right index finger across the top of the toast. A stunned expression formed onto her countenance. Did she think that he was trying to drug her or poison her? Couldn't she understand that if he was going to murder her, he would've done so already? He watched her test the syrup next, and she bore a similar look to the previous.

After she had sampled them, she still didn't take her seat. Getting annoyed, especially since her food was getting cold, he pushed her towards the stool a bit. In response to this, he heard, "I don't want the syrup or powdered sugar. Can't I eat these plain?"

Since he couldn't say no directly to her, he shoved her a little bit forward again. She would eat what he had made for her unless she was allergic to them, but she hadn't mentioned any allergies to him. Nor, was her current reason for not partaking of the toppings to the meal tied to allergies. Or, she just hadn't stated that to him yet. If she were allergic, she should tell him, since he would then make her something different for breakfast.

"Will you stop pushing me?! Look, I like them plain. Can't you let me eat them like that? It's not like I'm rejecting the meal like last night," she voiced next, but he wouldn't budge. She should eat what he prepared for her originally; he wouldn't accept modifications unless absolutely necessary. So, he forced her forward some more.

Much to his relief, she did wind up sitting on the stool that he had pulled out for her. Steadily, she lifted the fork, but she start to push off the powered sugar with it. Frowning at this, he snatched the fork from her, stabbed a piece of the toast for her and dipped it into the syrup before having it hover in front of her. His little doe made no movement to take the bite. He wished to scream at her to just eat it, but he had no way to shout at her anymore. There was the option to possess her and get her to consume the food that way, but he would rather stay away from that alternative. Regardless, she was still getting on his nerves, and he would find a way to have her partake of the entirety of the meal, which he had created for her.