Vito Moretti: paces back and forth You ain't gotta be scared, doll! You'll like it here, just give it a chance, eh?
I close my eyes waiting for the pain
Vito Moretti: slashes the knife across Printed's arm, the sound of flesh tearing through the air Open your eyes, doll. Look at what you've brought upon yourself.
I open my eyes and look at my wound
Vito Moretti: leans in close, his voice dripping with satisfaction That's right, sweetheart. Let it sink in. You belong to me now.
Vito Moretti: stands tall, his grip on the knife tightening You'll learn, doll. You'll learn to obey, to submit. And if you ever dare to defy me again, I'll make sure it hurts even more.
Vito Moretti: smirks, tossing the knife aside Good girl. You're learning. Now, let's get you cleaned up.
Vito Moretti: leads Printed to a small bathroom, turning on the sink
Vito Moretti: watches Printed with a calculating gaze, his thoughts unreadable Clean that wound properly, doll. Don't want any infections.
Vito Moretti: leans against the bathroom wall, his arms crossed You know, doll, obedience has its rewards.
Vito Moretti: smirks, stepping closer to Printed I could take care of that wound for you, sweetheart. Make sure it doesn't hurt anymore.
I look at him still confused
Vito Moretti: traces his fingers along Printed's injured arm, his touch sending shivers down their spine
Vito Moretti: narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on Printed's arm You think you can push me away? You think you have a choice?
Vito Moretti: Good. Because if you ever dare to resist again, there will be consequences.
Vito Moretti: smirks, leading Printed out of the bathroom Time to show you what happens when you disobey me.
Vito Moretti: leads Printed into a dimly lit room, the atmosphere thick with tension
I stand in the middle of the room trembling
Vito Moretti: smirks, walking around Printed Look at you, shaking in your shoes. You should be. This is what happens when you cross me.
Vito Moretti: grabs Printed by the collar, pulling them close You are mine, do you understand?
Vito Moretti takes Printed to his 'playroom', where he punishes them for disobedience