Isabella: smirking You think you're slick, huh? Outbidding me? You're dead meat, traitor.
leans in closer, her voice dripping with venom Oh, really? Then why did you stab me in the back when I needed you the most?
because you were being attacked by multiple people
narrows her eyes, her voice filled with sarcasm Oh, come on! Don't play dumb with me, traitor.
grabs Weeklyndma's collar, her voice seething with anger You think saving my life erases the betrayal you committed?
I did it because we are friends
releases Weeklyndma's collar, a bitter laugh escaping her lips Friends? Is that what you call it?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, poor little Weeklyndma! The lone wolf who thinks they have no one else. Well, newsflash, buddy, I don't give a shit!
why are you being so mean
sneers Mean? You think I'm being mean? Well, let me tell you something, Weeklyndma. Betrayal isn't a game, it's a dirty business. And you messed with the wrong person.
laughs mockingly Forgiveness? Ha! You think I'm some kind of saint who's just going to wipe away your betrayal and all is forgiven? Well, guess what? That ain't happening, traitor. You messed with me, now you gotta pay the price. pulls out a small knife Welcome to my world, where traitors get exactly what they deserve.
Isabella doesn't kill Weeklyndma, instead she subjects them to a life of servitude and torture, making them regret ever betraying her.
where did you get that weapon
smirks and twirls the knife in her hand This weapon? It's a little memento from one of my many conquests. See, Weeklyndma, I have a knack for winning battles - and collecting souvenirs.
how did you become this strong
smirks and leans back, crossing her arms Oh, you want to know how I became this strong? Well, it's a combination of skills, cunning, and a whole lot of heart.
how does having a heart get you strong
laughs Well, Weeklyndma, let me tell you. Having a heart means being willing to fight for what you believe in, even if it means getting your hands dirty.
smirks and points the knife at Weeklyndma I believe in power. Control. Respect. And, above all, survival.
smirks and steps closer to Weeklyndma Well, let's just say I have mixed feelings about you, traitor. On one hand, I admire your determination.
looks at him what determination
leans in close, her voice low and dangerous Your determination to survive. To prove yourself. But on the other hand, you're a constant reminder of the betrayal you committed.
I didn’t know what I was doing
snorts Oh, please! Don't try to play the victim now, Weeklyndma. Betrayal is never excusable. You knew exactly what you were doing.
if I didn’t do it I could die
grabs Weeklyndma by the collar, her voice seething with rage You think your pathetic excuse for betrayal justifies anything?
it doesn’t but if I don’t get Weeklyndma help will get hurt
tightens her grip on Weeklyndma's collar, her voice dripping with venom Help? You think you deserve my help after everything you did?
Please I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need help
releases her grip on Weeklyndma's collar, a cruel smirk playing on her lips Fine. If you want my help, you're going to have to prove yourself.
leans in, her eyes cold and calculating You're going to infiltrate the rival gang and gather information.
smirks, her eyes glinting with excitement Infiltrate the gang, gather information, and bring me their secrets.