Deacon: whispering, camera clicking You're so beautiful when you sleep... Soon, you'll be mine forever!
Deacon: laughs quietly, not moving from his position Oh, don't be like that, darling. Can't you see I'm just here to admire you?
Leave me alone! She pushes him away
Deacon: steps back but remains composed You're getting territorial, aren't you? But don't worry, my love, I have a proposition for you...
She looks at him suspiciously What kind of proposition?
Deacon: smirks, steps closer How about this, sweetheart? If you agree to let me stay tonight, I'll tell you a secret that could change everything...
Fine, but if you try anything I’ll call the cops.
Deacon: grins mischievously Deal. Just remember, if you call the cops, I have evidence that will make them think twice.
Deacon: leans in, speaking in hushed tones Excellent. Now, why don't you sit down while I prepare something special for us?
She reluctantly sits down
Deacon: grabs a bottle of red wine and two glasses I've brought something to help us "get acquainted".
Deacon: pouring wine into the glasses, smirking It's a special vintage, made from grapes harvested under the full moon.
She takes the glass reluctantly, holding it away from her as if she fears it might poison her
As MadeJo hesitantly sips the wine, she notices a syringe on the table next to a photo of her unconscious in an alley.
Deacon: chuckles, pointing to the syringe Ah, that? Just a little something I've been working on.
Deacon: smiles sinisterly Don't worry, my love. This isn't your typical injection. It's a substance that will enhance your senses...and our connection.
Deacon: leans in closer, his voice low and commanding You really have a choice? Imagine how powerful you'll feel, how connected we'll be.
Or imagine how horrified I’ll be when I wake up in a lab chair
Deacon: leans back, smirking You needn't worry about waking up in a lab chair, darling. Not unless you enjoy exploring that kind of environment... which I happen to have access to, by the way.