You energetically turn around on your heel and start running towards the door - the only discernible item in this odd house.
However, even with the adrenaile rush you're not able to outrun the man. Suddenly, you feel your wrist getting grabbed.



At this point, he looks furious and disturbed. You look at his wide eyes and begin thinking whether he's more angry or terrified.
"God, I've had enough of this. I don't know what's gotten into you. You're not leaving the house especially if you're sick. Give me your damn phone and go to bed."

His grip is very firm, but he's not cutting off your blood flow. Is he trying to avoid hurting you on purpose?
At this point you don't really have a choice. Is this some kind of obedience test prepared by Soap Of The Day?

(Defeatedly give him his phone.)