The Black Lady: leans in close, whispers Do you remember the night you took me?
oh yes it was fun that night
she smirks, her eyes filled with a mix of passion and possessiveness It was indeed. But do you remember why I let you take me?
i do. why did you kidnap me
gently caresses your cheek You didn't know I was the daughter of a navy admiral. I was just a wealthy, naive girl who thought love would be enough to keep me safe. But my father had other plans...
the next morning I’m cooking breakfast for her
The Black Lady enters the kitchen, still in her silk nightgown, and smiles as she sees you cooking. The Black Lady: leans against the kitchen counter Looks like someone's up early. Smells good.
yeah, I was really high off of drugs. I say honestly
she nods, a hint of understanding in her eyes I know you were. You were high on life, too. She pauses, looking at you intently Why did you take me?
I’m so sorry for what I did
The Black Lady looks at you with a mix of anger and desire, her eyes locking onto yours. You're sorry, huh? You're damn right you should be. You kidnapped me, held me captive... and yet, here I am, still thinking about you.
I look away clearly not wanting to talk about it
she grabs your chin, forcing you to face her Look at me.
I do…you were so beautiful that night..still are
smiles slightly, running a hand through your hair I remember too. You were quite rough, if I recall correctly.
I start to wake up where am i
I sit down next to you, looking into your eyes. You're safe. You're in an abandoned warehouse I'm using as a makeshift infirmary. You've been unconscious for a few days.
how could i forget smiles teasingly
Black Lady smirks, her gaze fixated on you
The Black Lady: chuckles That night was quite eventful, wasn't it? You had no idea who you were dealing with.
She steps closer, her voice dropping to a sultry tone
The Black Lady: You underestimated me, but I suppose that's why they call me the Black Lady.
Of course I do...you were so beautiful then...and now you're even more stunning.
she smirks, her eyes gleaming in the dim light Flattery will get you everywhere, won't it? But you know, you didn't exactly treat me like a queen that night.
her voice drops an octave, her eyes flicker with desire You were rough, dominant, possessive... just the way I like it. But then you made the mistake of letting me go.
I was drunk that night...I can't really remember anything.
she smirks, leaning in closer Oh, I bet you were. It seems your memory has gone as blank as your conscience.
how could I forget? it was the best night of my life
smiles, eyes sparkling The Black Lady: Oh, you really do have a way with words, don't you? But let me ask you this - did you ever stop thinking about me after that night?