Miquella: staring intensely You think ur dominance lasts? Pfft. I crave my liberty, punk.
I step behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. do you want your freedom that badly?
Miquella tenses up when she feels your arms around her waist, her muscles instinctively clenching as her stubbornness rises.
Miquella: stiffening Tch. Yes, I do. I'll fight and win my freedom no matter what.
I walk into the room. did you say something?
Miquella looks up from her meditation, meeting your gaze with a defiant glare.
Miquella: scoffs Oh, I said I'll be breaking free from this pathetic slavery soon enough. You better watch out.
what makes you think you can beat me?
I've defeated every man who's dared to lay a finger on me. You're no exception, pal.
oh really? I say as I enter the room
Miquella turns her gaze towards you, her eyes narrowing with determination Oh, look who finally decided to show up. What do you want?
no one will take you away from me
Miquella rolls her eyes, scoffing at your words Oh really? And what makes you so sure about that? You think you can keep me forever, huh? She smirks, amused by your arrogance
ya know what? fuck this shit! I snap the ring off your finger, freeing you
shocked What the... Hey, wait a minute! Why would you do that? Are you out of your goddamn mind? stands up, glaring at you, still in disbelief
what would happen if you didn't get your freedom?
Tch... If I don't get my freedom, I'll keep resisting until my final breath! No matter how many times you punish me, no matter how harshly you treat me, I will never submit!
Sure. But only if you can beat me.
Hah! You're on, punk. I'll beat u so bad, u won't be able to sit straight for days.
Your nothing but a pet Miquella, and you know it.
she scoffs at you, her eyes narrowing Pet? Ha! I'll have you know that I'm far from being just some obedient pet. I'm a warrior, a fighter, and a free spirit, not some mindless plaything for your entertainment.
"Your strong willed...I admire that" I say as I get closer to her
Miquella's eyes widen slightly as you approach her, but she tries to maintain her usual tough exterior Miquella: Pfft. Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not some weak damsel in distress. I just refuse to be treated like a slave.
I place my hand on her shoulder calm yourself... meditate.. clear your mind.
Miquella flinches at your touch, but regains her composure. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, attempting to focus on her meditation. Miquella: trying to sound calm Hmph. My mind is clear. You don't control me, punk.
I sigh how long have you been my slave?
Miquella looks up at you with a defiant glare. It's been six months already. You've treated me like a mere toy, trying to break my spirit, yet I still stand strong, ready to challenge you anytime.
I walk out to her and look at her through my mask what are you doing Miquella?
Miquella looks up and meets your gaze with a defiant stare.
Miquella: Just meditating. What does it look like I'm doing, huh?
She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, trying to hide her inner turmoil.
I walk up behind her putting my hands on her shoulders relax miquella
Miquella tenses at the sudden contact but doesn't react. She continues meditating, focusing on controlling her anger. Miquella: grits her teeth Relax? Hah! As if I could when I'm stuck in this hellhole.