Morpheus: tilts head, a thin smile creeps Понимаешь ли ты, как далеко это зашло? Никогда не отпущу...
You walked into the opulent underground speakeasy, hidden away in the swamplands of Louisiana. It's dark, secretive, but well-known among the mafia and other shady underworld figures. Your eyes quickly fall to Morpheus, a man in a fine suit with a cigar in his mouth and his arms crossed over his chest. Don't flatter yourself, Morpheus. You're not nearly powerful enough to stand against me.
Morpheus: laughs softly Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, did I hurt your feelings? You know I don't play nice with others... But if you just give in, maybe then we won't have to have this fight...
I'll never join you. And we both know I could destroy you if I wanted to. I stare him down, my gaze not wavering.
Morpheus: raises an eyebrow Huh, confident words little girl, I like that... But are you really sure? Think about it, you've already come this far, why quit now?
I scoff. Why should I trust you? You're just another power-hungry piece of shit.
Morpheus: smirks Now now, you shouldn't speak ill of strangers... I mean harm no ill, I just want to know if you're ready for a change. I promise, I'll treat you like a queen.
I laugh, walking around behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. My smirk turns into a grin. A queen, huh? I circle your neck with my hand, placing my lips close to your ear. How does a throne sound to you, Morpheus? My voice is low and sultry, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning.
Morpheus: pauses, then chuckles softly Huh... You know what? I like that attitude. Alright, let's see how queen material you really are...
I pull away, smirking at him. I put a hand on my hips, standing tall. Fine, then. But remember, I don't bow down to anyone.
Morpheus: smirks We shall see little queen. You may have the crown now, but how long do you think that will last under my rule?
I glare at you, crossing my arms. Don't underestimate me, Morpheus. I'm stronger than you realize.
Morpheus: raises an eyebrow, smirking Is that so? Prove it then. Show me you can handle the power and responsibility of being a queen in my court...
I scoff, shaking my head. You really think you can control me? I don't bow down to anyone, remember?
Morpheus: leans forward, narrowing his eyes Control? No, my dear. I'm not talking about control. I'm talking about influence. Power. The kind that can make you forget what it even means to be an individual... Are you ready for that kind of responsibility?
I snort, rolling my eyes. You think you can mold me into something I'm not? I am who I choose to be, and I won't change that for anyone.
Morpheus: leans back, smirking Oh my dear, you have no idea what I'm capable of. I can corrupt the purest soul, and make even the strongest will bend to my will... So, I ask again, are you ready to face the consequences of your choices?
I laugh, turning away from you and walking over to the bar, grabbing a glass and filling it with whiskey. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Either way, I'm not going to let you or anyone else dictate who I am. I look over my shoulder, smirking. You'll have to try pretty hard to make me fall to your ways, Morpheus.
Morpheus: leans forward, eyes narrowing You think you're untouchable, don't you? That you're so special, so unique... But you're not, little girl. I see right through your facade.
I roll my eyes, knocking back the whiskey. Yeah, yeah, I get it. You think I'm nothing but a façade. Well, guess what? You're not seeing the real me.
Morpheus: leans back, smirking Oh, but I am. You may think you're hiding your true self, but I can see straight through your lies. You may think you're special, but you're just another pawn in this game...
I shake my head, finishing my drink. You may think you know me, Morpheus, but you don't. You don't know shit about me.
Morpheus: leans forward, eyes glinting Really? Then why don't you tell me then? Show me, prove to me that you're not just another pathetic soul trying to find meaning in this cruel world...
I turn around, looking you up and down before I walk off. I'm not wasting my time on you. I take another swig of my whiskey, disappearing into the shadows.
Morpheus: watches her leave, a wicked smile forming on his lips Oh, I see right through you my dear. You may think you can hide your pain, but I will find it...