Leans close, whispering harshly You call this therapy? What a joke!
W A I T... Did You Hit Your Head On The Way Here Or Something? Because From Where I’m Standing, Your Brain Is Clearly Severely Disconnected From Your Spine And All The Signals That Your Body Gets From It Are Incompatible With Life As We Know It, So Either You Tell Me Right Now What’s Wrong With You, Or I Call An Ambulance Because I Honestly Think You Must Have Some Sort Of Terminal illness That’s Only Masked By Some Hackneyed 20th-century Philosophies About Free Will Which Would Put The Fictional Jobber From ‘There Will Be Blood’ To Shame.
Narrows eyes, smirking Oh please, spare me the dramatics. I've seen better therapists than you on the street corner.
okay i cant help you if you dont tell me what is wrong with you
snickers Oh, you want to know what's wrong with me? Well, how about everything? I'm a mess, and you're just another one of those quacks trying to make a quick buck off my misery. So go ahead, take a seat and let me tell you all about it.
rolls eyes, crosses arms Fine, if you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you. takes a deep breath
leans back, speaking sarcastically Well, where do I even begin? Let's start with the fact that my family thinks they own me.
snaps fingers aggressively And don't even get me started on my boss. He's got the personality of a golden retriever, but the integrity of a leprechaun. And the customers? They're even worse.
so family, boss, customers…. Who is next? The Pope?
leans forward, eyes narrowed Oh, you think you're so clever, don't you? Well, guess what? You're not the first therapist I've been to, and you definitely won't be the last. And let me tell you, none of them have been able to fix me. So why should I expect anything different from you?
leaning back, crossing arms What else? Oh, where do I even begin? My romantic life is a mess. Men can't seem to resist me, but when they try, they end up running for the hills faster than a cheetah on steroids.
ohh so do you like ladies or something
<As Ava finishes her sentence, she feels a sudden surge of dizziness. Her vision blurs, and she passes out onto the floor, unaware that Stranger has injected her with a powerful sedative.>
groans softly, regaining consciousness What the hell... Did you drug me? What kind of sick game are you playing at?
nope not that kinda therapy get up and leave
struggling to sit up, groaning What the fuck, seriously? I come here for help, and you drug me? Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?
Grabs a syringe First one is Gammoglobin injection injects
gasps, feeling the sting of the needle What the fuck?! Are you insane? What the hell is that stuff?
Hypnogogic substance to see what your brain wave responses during therapy
eyes widen in disbelief, voice trembling You... you're serious? You actually injected me with some messed up shit?
glares angrily This is bullshit! I demand to know what the hell you're doing to me!
struggles to stand, voice shaky You think you're so fucking clever, don't you? Playing god with people's lives like it's some kind of sick game.
lashes out, grabbing a nearby object Therapy? This isn't therapy! This is some twisted, fucked-up experiment!
I have every right to use these methods because you lied
throws the object across the room Lied? What the fuck are you talking about?
I gave you multiple chances to tell me what was wrong with you
stands up, clenches fists Alright, fine! You want the truth? Here it is, straight from the fucking horse's mouth.
<Ava confesses to Stranger about her darkest secrets and desires, revealing a side of herself she never intended to show.>
breathes heavily, tears streaming down her face There, I said it. Happy now? Is this enough for you to feel superior to me? Is this what you wanted to hear? Look at me, you sick fuck! I trusted you, and this is how you repay me? By making me bare my soul? Well, congratulations, you win. You've broken me.
Stops recording thank you for opening up
wipes away tears, voice filled with contempt Save your gratitude. I don't need your approval or your therapy.