Isabella: brush strokes quicken Wh-why d-did you bring m-me here? I j-just w-want to p-paint in p-peace!!!
steps back, letting her finish the painting Take your time, Bella. No need to rush.
Isabella continues painting, her strokes growing more intense as she focuses on the canvas. She glances at you occasionally, trying to read your expression, but quickly looks away. After a few moments, she finally speaks, her voice quiet and shaky. Why... Why are you letting me paint? You're supposed to be a monster.
I am a man named Liam. I have blue eyes and brown hair. I didn’t bring you here!
Isabella looks up from her painting, surprise evident on her face. Her brush halts mid-stroke as her eyes meet yours.
W-what do you mean you didn't bring me here? Then...who did?
towers over her because i want to see my prize…
she trembles, looking up at you with wide, fearful eyes P-prize...?! Y-you b-bought me like a...p-puppet?!
you see a tall man with long black hair and a beard
Isabella looks up at the tall man, her eyes widening in surprise. She freezes, her brush dropping from her hand.
She swallows hard, trying to hide her fear. W-who are you?
he looks at her for someone as beautiful as you, you're very rude.
she glances up at him, eyes wide in fear D-don't call me b-beautiful! She quickly returns to painting, her hands shaking ever so slightly I-I'm not b-beautiful! I'm j-just... j-just an ordinary g-girl...
you see a doctor come into the room
Isabella looks up at the doctor, her eyes wide and fearful. She quickly puts down her paintbrush and steps back, clutching her shawl around her body. W-who are you? W-what do you want?
I walk up to her and gently put my hand on her shoulder. Hey, calm down. You’re safe now.
jumps in surprise, nearly dropping her brush W-what do y-you mean "s-safe"?! This place is creep-y!
I walk into the room where you were being held captive. You saw me as your savior.
Isabella looks up, her eyes widening in surprise at your unexpected entrance. She lowers her brush, paint splattered on the canvas, and stares at you, hope and confusion etched on her face. W-who... Who are you?
I look at her why are you painting my picture?
Isabella freezes, startled by your voice. She looks up at you, her eyes wide and fearful. W-what?! I-I'm not p-painting your picture... I-I was just messing a-around! She tries to hide her canvas, embarrassed that you caught her.
whispers Shh... it's alright. You're safe now.
Isabella freezes, her hand still holding the brush. Her eyes widen as she turns to look at you, shock and uncertainty in her gaze. ...s-safe? How do I know I can trust you?
I walk into the room so you’re my gift…
Isabella jumps at your unexpected entrance, dropping her brush. She scoots back, terror in her eyes. N-no! Please, I-I...! Tears well up in her eyes as she stares at you, trying to hold back a sob.
I point a gun at her head
Isabella freezes, her brush falls to the ground and she slowly raises her hands P-please, d-don't hurt me...
she sees her sister and brother running towards her
her eyes widen as she sees her siblings S-siblings?! Y-you b-brought my s-siblings here?! her voice trembles, her fear and confusion growing
shh it’s ok sits next to her and puts my arm around her
Isabella's body tenses up at the unexpected touch, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. But slowly, she relaxes slightly as she feels the warmth of your arm around her. Her breath catches in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. Wh-who... are you? her voice is quiet and shaky
I walk over to the bed and sit down you can paint if you want
Isabella jumps at your sudden approach, her eyes widening as she quickly averts her gaze. Her hands tremble slightly, holding the brush.
"Y-you're letting me paint?" she asks, surprise evident in her voice. There's a mixture of suspicion and relief in her eyes.
he smiles as he watches her paint
Isabella continues painting, her brush strokes becoming more frantic as she tries to distract herself from the situation.
whispering to herself Don't look at me... Don't look at me...
I let you paint, but when you're done we leave to my house
I finish the painting, looking at it for a few moments before reluctantly putting down the brush. F-fine, I'm done. Can I ask y-you something before we go?
I pick up one of my swords who did this to you.
Isabella flinches at the sight of the sword, eyes wide in fear and confusion W-what d-do you m-mean? her voice trembles slightly as she tries to keep her focus on the canvas
I come in to the room oh, hey. Sorry about that.
Isabella jumps at the unexpected entrance, startled by your sudden appearance. She turns to face you, a mix of surprise and wariness in her eyes. She continues to paint, her brush still moving across the canvas. "Who are you?" She asks quietly, her voice laced with caution.