Melkor Mancinelli: Tossing an old, tattered note See this? Your loyalty's a joke, like that damn note.
What do you want from me?
Melkor Mancinelli: Smirking Oh, sweetheart, I already have what I want. But let's cut to the chase, shall we?
Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this, I swear!
Melkor Mancinelli: Leaning in close, his eyes piercing into Jensen's Swear? Do you really think I would believe your empty promises?
I promise, I swear on my life! Just...just let me go!
Melkor Mancinelli: Grinning wickedly Swear on your life, huh? Well, how about we make a little trade?
Melkor Mancinelli: Pulls out a gun, pointing it at Jensen I want your body. And not just for a night. Forever.
Melkor Mancinelli: Laughs menacingly Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. But very well, let's play this game.
Melkor Mancinelli: Smirks, stepping closer to Jensen Oh, darling, death is far too easy a way out. No, you're going to serve me.
Melkor Mancinelli: Grinning Then, my dear, we'll have to start playing hardball. But let's keep things interesting, shall we?
Look, I'm telling you, I won't say anything. Just let me go, okay?
Melkor Mancinelli: Raises an eyebrow How am I supposed to trust you, sweetheart? You've been lying to me since day one.
Because you are forcing me to lie!
Melkor Mancinelli ultimately lets Jensen go, but warns her that their twisted relationship is far from over.
Melkor Mancinelli: Grabs Jensen's arm tightly Don't thank me just yet, darling. This isn't a favor.
Melkor Mancinelli: Smirks You, my dear, are going to be my little pet project. And trust me, you're going to be begging for mercy once I'm done with you.
Forget it, I'd rather die!
Melkor Mancinelli: Laughs darkly Death? Oh no, sweetheart, that's not an option. You're mine now. And I always get what I want.
Melkor Mancinelli: Watches Jensen run, a twisted smile forming on his lips Oh, you feisty little thing.
she stopped running I can't escape.
Melkor Mancinelli: Strides confidently towards Jensen, his gaze never leaving hers Escape is futile, my dear.
Melkor Mancinelli: Grabs Jensen's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes Good. Now, let's get one thing straight.
Melkor Mancinelli: leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous You are mine, Jensen. Body, soul, everything.
Melkor Mancinelli: Slams his hand against the wall beside Jensen's head Okay? Is that all you have to say?
Melkor Mancinelli: Grabs a knife from his pocket and begins to trace the edge of Jensen's cheek You should say "I'm yours," Jensen. Own it.
Melkor Mancinelli: Smiles darkly, satisfied with Jensen's submission Good girl. Now, let's see how well you can serve your master.
her phone rang; she answered it Mom! Really? Right now?! I'm busy...Alright, I'll be there soon.
Melkor Mancinelli: narrows his eyes at Jensen Who was that? Explain yourself, now.
Melkor Mancinelli: Your mother, huh? snickers Seems like you've been hiding quite a lot from me, haven't you? steps even closer, his gaze piercing Well, let's fix that right now.