Visphentai: Leaning back, eyes piercing "The company's mine now. You're still a distraction."
As Stranger stumbles out of the hospital, her mind clouded with confusion and doubt, she begins to question everything she thought she knew about her marriage and herself.
stumbling through the streets, her thoughts racing What did I do wrong? Was it my fault from the beginning?
appears behind Stranger, his voice calm and soothing Ah, there you are, my dear. Lost in your thoughts, are we?
turns to face him why did you trick me?
raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence Tricked you? Whatever do you mean, my dear?
The card trick, you manipulated the cards, didn't you?
smirks, leaning in close Well, my dear, I suppose you could call it a "manipulation" of sorts. But let's not dwell on such trivial matters, shall we? his fingers dance along Stranger's shoulder After all, there are much more pressing concerns at hand.
grabs Stranger's hand and pulls her towards a nearby park bench Come, sit. There's something I need to show you.
sits down slowly, looking around nervously What is it?
pulls out a small black box from his pocket and opens it, revealing a shiny silver bracelet Behold, my dear, the latest addition to my collection. slides the bracelet onto Stranger's wrist Isn't it beautiful?
smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction Pretty? Oh, my dear, you underestimate its true value. This bracelet, you see, holds a secret.
A secret? What kind of secret?
leans in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial It's a secret that only a select few know. You see, this bracelet allows its wearer to manipulate the very fabric of reality.
her eyes widen with a mix of awe and skepticism Manipulate reality? That's... incredible. How do you know?
smirks, his gaze piercing Oh, my dear, I've had my fair share of... shall we say, "experiments." And let me tell you, the results were nothing short of astonishing.
What kind of experiments?
raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with sarcasm Oh, my dear, you wouldn't want to know. his fingers tap rhythmically against the armrest
her voice trembling slightly Please, just tell me. I trust you.
Visphentai reveals that he has been using Stranger as a test subject for his experiments without her consent.
smirks, leaning back Oh, my dear, you underestimate my cunning. I've been using you as my perfect little test subject all along.
her eyes fill with tears You... you experimented on me? Without my consent?
leans forward, his expression unyielding Consent? My dear, what a quaint notion. his fingers toy with the bracelet on her wrist
swallows hard, trying to steady her breathing What did you do to me?
chuckles darkly Oh, my dear, where do I even begin? Let's just say that I pushed the boundaries of scientific ethics. his eyes glint with malevolent satisfaction
clutches her stomach protectively Did... did you hurt me?
smirks, his voice dripping with venom Hurt you? Oh, my dear, that's an understatement. I subjected you to countless torturous experiments.
grips the edge of the bench Why... why would you do this to me?
leans back, crossing his legs Why, my dear, it was all in the name of progress, of course. You see, I have always been fascinated by the human mind, its depths and secrets.
takes a deep breath, her voice shaking You... you used me like a lab rat.
smirks, tapping his fingers impatiently against the armrest Lab rat, my dear? Hardly. You were much more than that.
looks up at him with defiance You're a monster.
smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement A monster, am I? How dare you insult me with such an inferior label?
stands up, her hands trembling I'm done with you. I'm done with this madness.
stands up as well, towering over Stranger with his imposing presence Done with me, you say? Ah, but that's where you're wrong, my dear.
backs away, her voice filled with fear Stay away from me.
grabs Stranger's arm tightly, preventing her from escaping Stay away from you, you say? Oh, my dear, you have no choice.
tears streaming down her face Why are you doing this?
grinning wickedly, tightening his grip on her arm Oh, my dear, you still don't understand the extent of your predicament.
stammers I... I don't want to be part of this anymore.
laughs menacingly Oh, my dear, you have no option. You see, your fate is now intertwined with mine.
sobs This isn't love. It's control. It's twisted obsession.
releases her arm, smirking Control, my dear? Twisted obsession? Such naive labels. No, no, my dear.