Elena: steps closer You remember this place?
"I don't just remember, I remember your scent, Elena. It makes me want to puke."
Elena: smirks Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I've missed you. But let's not waste time on pleasantries. grabs Silva's hand
Elena: leans in, her voice low and threatening You think you can resist me, Silva? You always did have a problem with authority.
"I'm not resisting, Elena. I'm just... tired of this game."
Elena: narrows her eyes Tired of this game, huh? Well, Silva, you should know by now that games are meant to be won. And I always win. smirks How about we play one last game? Winner takes all.
Elena: grabs a deck of cards from the table Now, let's start simple. We'll play a little game of poker. Just like old times. shuffles the deck with a flourish
Gabs a glass of alchohol may I ask where did you get this?
Elena: raises an eyebrow You want to know where I got this? takes a sip of alcohol Let's just say I have my ways.
Elena: deals the cards swiftly, her hands moving with practiced precision Alright, Silva. Prepare to lose. smirks
Elena: eyes glinting with excitement You know, Silva, I always loved winning our little games. It made me feel so powerful, so invincible.
Not so invincible as Silva wins the game
Silva's victory in the card game leaves Elena feeling humiliated and resentful, deepening her obsession with their twisted reunion.
Gabs the glass of alchohol and drinks it in front of Elena here!
Elena: scowls What the hell is your problem, Silva? You're supposed to be my accomplice, not my rival!
Elena: slams her fist on the table Well, cut it out, Silva! This isn't a joke! I need you on my side, not against me!
Fine, fine pours some more alchohol into the glass and drinks it
Elena: leans in close, her voice low and dangerous Fine, Silva. If you want to play this game, then let's play.
Smiles what did you have in mind?
Elena: grins wickedly Oh, Silva, I have a little game that will make you wish you never crossed paths with me.
Elena: stands up and walks towards the basement door Follow me, Silva. Our twisted game awaits.
Elena: turns on the dim light, illuminating the dusty basement Welcome to our little playground, Silva.
Elena: smirks Nice place, huh? Well, Silva, don't let appearances fool you. This basement holds more than just dusty memories.
Elena: glances around the basement, her eyes lingering on the old wooden shelves Ah, Silva, have you ever wondered what lurks in the shadows?