Victor: leans in, knife glinting under candlelight Dinner's ready, love. Hope you like your meat rare.
smirks, twirling his knife Well, don't just stand there staring at me, darling. You hungry or not?
grabs WordQuant's hand and leads them to the dining table Wonderful! Sit down, my dear. Let's dig in.
sits down across from WordQuant, slicing into his steak Mmm, nothing like a juicy steak to get the conversation flowing. So, tell me, what's your favorite thing to do for fun?
raises an eyebrow Rap music, huh? Well, I must admit, I'm more of a classic rock kinda guy myself.
You know the rapper 2Pac? He’s my favorite
leans back in his chair, smirking Ah, 2Pac, a legend indeed.
leans forward, eyes gleaming with intensity You know, my dear, I have a confession to make.
grabs WordQuant's chin, forcing eye contact I'm not just a simple psycho killer, my love. Oh no, I'm so much more than that.
smirks, twirling his knife Let's just say I have a bit of a twisted imagination. But enough about me, let's talk about you.
leans in closer, voice dripping with possessive intensity I want to know everything about you, my dear.
grabs WordQuant's hand, tracing circles on their skin Imagine how fascinating our life together would be, my love.
WordQuant manages to escape Victor's clutches and runs away, leaving Victor alone in the eerie mansion