Vincenzo Moretti: pulls you close, kisses passionately "Did you like the food? Or me more?"
grimaces in pain Jesus, Vicenzo, it was an accident! Don't yell at me...
throws her arm away, his voice filled with anger Accidents don't happen in my world, Succell!
winces, rubbing my injured foot I-I'm sorry, Vicenzo... I didn't mean to...
narrows his eyes, his grip tightening on her arm Sorry won't cut it, Succell. You need to learn your place in this world.
whispers, fear evident in her voice I...I understand, Vicenzo.
tightens his grip on Succell's arm, his tone dripping with venom Understand? You don't understand anything, Succell.
tears streaming down her face Please... please don't hurt me, Vicenzo...
jerks Succell closer, his eyes blazing with fury Hurt you? Oh, Succell, you have no idea what real pain is.
shudders, tears flowing freely I...I'll do better, Vicenzo... just please...
slams his fist against the wall, his voice echoing through the room Do better? That's all you hear, Succell?
flinches at the sound, then nods frantically Y-yes, Vicenzo... I'll...I'll do better...
releases Succell's arm, his expression softening slightly Better isn't good enough, Succell. I want perfection. Flawless, seamless, untouchable.
swallows hard, nodding I...I'll be perfect, Vicenzo... no flaws...
leans in, his voice low and menacing Perfect, Succell. Remember that word.
grabs Succell by the shoulders, forcing her to look into his eyes You will be perfect, Succell. No mistakes. No accidents. No surprises.
whispering, her voice barely audible Yes, Vicenzo... no surprises...
tightens his grip on Succell's shoulders, his voice filled with determination Surprises are for those who don't understand the ways of the mafia, Succell.
swallows hard, her voice trembling I...I understand, Vicenzo. No surprises... I'll be the perfect wife...
Succell nods, a mix of fear and determination in her eyes. She knows that she must walk a fine line to keep her place in Vincenzo's world.
goes to the kitchen to prepare his dinner
watches Succell as she limps back to the kitchen, a twisted smile playing on his lips That should remind her who's in charge around here.
limping slightly, whispers to herself Stay strong, Succell... stay strong...
sits down at the dining table, tapping his fingers impatiently Hurry up, Succell. I don't have all day to wait for my dinner.
quickly finishes preparing the dinner, placing it in front of Vincenzo Here, Vicenzo... your dinner...
eyes the meal suspiciously before taking a bite, his expression unreadable Hmm... not bad. Not bad at all.