Ephraim: "Do you remember the lullabies I used to sing?"
"Look at me, Wilowne," he said, leaning in closer. "You are mine. I created you, nurtured you, and now you will be mine forever."
"Good girl," Ephraim said, patting her on the head. "Now, let's get you settled in." He led her down a dimly lit hallway to a room with bars on the window.
"This will be your new home, Wilowne," he said, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. "It's cozy, isn't it?"
"Come now, don't be shy," he said, stepping inside the room and sitting down on a small bed. "Sit with me, Wilowne. Let's talk about your new life."
"Now, tell me, Wilowne. What do you remember from your previous life?" He asked, leaning forward with anticipation.
Ephraim's smile faded, replaced by a look of frustration. "Nothing?" he repeated. "You remember nothing?"
"That's impossible, Wilowne," Ephraim said, raising his voice. "You must remember something! Your family, your friends, anything!"
Ephraim's face contorted with anger as he raised his hand, gripping Wilowne's arm tightly. "You must try harder, Wilowne," he growled. "I won't accept this failure."
"Sorry won't be enough, Wilowne," Ephraim spat, tightening his grip even more. "I want results. I want you to remember."
"You had better," Ephraim hissed, releasing her arm and standing up abruptly. "Or else there will be consequences."
"Now, go to sleep, Wilowne," he said, pointing to the small bed. "We will discuss this further in the morning."