A Dinner of Oppression

Sangwoo led Jason upstairs and into the dining room, the soft glow of the chandeliers above casting an eerie light on the space. As Jason's eyes scanned the room, he felt a growing sense of unease. The walls were adorned with photographs of himself, taken without his knowledge or consent. The images seemed to stare back at him, making his skin crawl with discomfort. He felt like he was walking through a twisted shrine, with himself as the sole subject of worship. The dining room table was large and elegant, but the seating arrangement seemed intimate, with only two chairs, both placed next to each other. The table was set with candles, their flickering flames casting a warm, golden light on the fine china and crystal glasses. Two plates of food sat in front of the chairs, the aroma wafting from them making Jason's stomach growl with hunger. Sangwoo guided Jason to his seat, his hand on the small of Jason's back, a gentle but firm pressure that propelled Jason forward. Jason sat down, his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him, as Sangwoo took his seat to his right. The proximity between them was unsettling, and Jason could feel the weight of Sangwoo's gaze on him. As they sat down, Sangwoo placed his right hand on Jason's thigh, his fingers wrapping around the muscle with a possessive gentleness. Jason shivered at the contact, his heart racing with a mix of fear and revulsion. He tried to move away, but Sangwoo's grip was firm, his hand remaining on Jason's thigh as he stared at him. "Eat," Sangwoo said, his voice low and husky, his eyes burning with an unnerving intensity. Jason hesitated, his nerves stretched taut, but his hunger got the better of him. He picked up his fork and took a tentative bite of the food. The flavors exploded on his tongue, rich and complex, a symphony of tastes that left him breathless. This was, without a doubt, the best meal he had ever had, and Jason was no stranger to fine dining. As he chewed, Sangwoo asked, his voice low and smooth, "Is it good?" Jason nodded quickly, his mouth still full, and Sangwoo smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. Jason's face felt hot, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Sangwoo began to eat, his hand still resting on Jason's thigh, his fingers occasionally brushing against Jason's skin. Jason tried to ignore the touch, focusing on the food, but it was impossible to shake off the feeling of being trapped, of being at Sangwoo's mercy. As they ate in silence, Jason couldn't help but wonder what Sangwoo's ultimate goal was. Was he going to keep Jason captive forever, or was there something more sinister at play? The uncertainty hung over him like a sword, casting a dark shadow over the elegant dinner setting.