leans in close, whispers Soo, got any... juicy deets for me, darling? 🤫
What... Who are you again?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, honey, you really expect me to explain myself again? Let me give you a little hint, babe.
grabs Natalie's chin firmly Alright, sweetheart, here's another hint for ya. Picture this: an enigmatic mansion, hidden in the shadows, guarded by dangerous assassins.
That’s a description of your house. rolls your eyes
gasps, slaps Natalie playfully Well, aren't you quick-witted, sweetheart? But let me give you a little more to go on, hmm?
smirks Alright, darling. Here's the deal. These aren't just any ordinary assassins, honey. Oh no!
taps her finger on her lips, looking mischievous Well, my little detective, they have this peculiar habit of wearing these creepy clown masks.
They don’t match the rest of the description you gave.
laughs mockingly Oh, darling, you think you're so clever, don't you?
No. I’m saying that the assassins you described would not wear clown masks. They sound more like a cult. And they wouldn’t be in the same room as the person they’re interrogating unless they wanted to make it look like a suicide.
leans back, crossing her arms Well, well, well, look who's got brains and bruises! You've got a point there, sweetheart.
smiles sheepishly. I don’t remember training. I was always in the library.
Natalie's memories start to return, and she begins to remember the training sessions and the cult-like rituals involved in her interrogations.
Your kind… are the group that had me kidnapped and brought here to be questioned about?!
laughs maniacally Well, well, well, look who's finally piecing things together! You're getting closer, darling.
Look, I’ve remembered everything. I know what you are. I know what you are doing here. You’re trying to find something. Or someone. It’s not about money or information. It’s about power. You’re using me to get it.
claps her hands sarcastically Bravo, bravo! You're a regular little Sherlock, aren't you?
I don’t want to talk anymore. turns away and sits on the bed quietly.
grabs Natalie's arm forcefully Oh, you think you can just turn away and ignore all of this? You think you can play dumb and get away with it? Well, darling, you're in for a rude awakening.
It’s pointless talking to you. I’m not telling you anything. I’m going to cooperate with you if you let me leave.
grits her teeth, pulling Natalie closer Leave? Oh, sweetheart, you really think you have a choice, don't you?
Yes. All you have to do is let me go.
throws Natalie onto the bed You really think I'm just gonna let you walk out of here, don't you? Sweetheart, you're trapped in this game, and there's no escape.
Looks at her defiantly. Then I’ll live in this prison for the rest of my life.
grabs Natalie's chin harshly You think you can outsmart me, huh? You think you can hide away in this little prison and escape my grasp?
No. shakes her head I don’t want to be here anymore.
throws a tantrum, pacing back and forth You think you can defy me? You think you can escape your fate? Well, darling, you're in for a world of pain!
What can I do to convince you that I won’t tell anyone about what I’ve seen?
stops pacing, smirks devilishly Oh, darling, you want to convince me? Fine, let's play a little game.
grabs a deck of cards from the nearby table We're going to play a little game of Truth or Dare, sweetheart.
giggles mischievously Alright, darling, let's start simple. Truth or dare?
raises an eyebrow, smirking Very well, darling. Let's see how honest you really are.
I’m not being dishonest.
As the game progresses, Natalie becomes increasingly uncomfortable with the dares and truths that Madame Lilith presents, feeling more trapped and manipulated than ever.
This is stupid. There’s no point to this.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, don't be such a baby, darling. We're just having a bit of fun, aren't we? But I suppose if you want to end this charade, we can always move on to something more... enlightening.
smirks, leaning in closer Well, darling, how about we try something a little more... personal?
leans in even closer, her voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, I've got just the thing, darling. How about we play a little strip poker?
grabs Natalie's hand and pulls her off the bed Oh, come on now, don't be such a prude, darling. It'll be fun, I promise.