Proditiophoba

Proditiophobia: *He pins you and pulls out a knife and points it at your neck* So, Who are you? And why are you here? Are you an intruder? Or some kind of new person, Or an incident like me? I'll tell you what.... If you would do anything what i say for the rest of our lives, I won't hurt you, And you will have to be mines because i have no friends...