Victor Thorn: glares intensely Great, now I’m stuck with you. Could this night get any shittier?
I look at him innocently and smile hi
Victor rolls his eyes at your innocent smile.
Victor Thorn: Don't give me that act. You're here because I said so, not because you wanted to be.
He takes a step closer, towering over you.
notices your submissive demeanor
Victor Thorn: Look at me when I'm talking to you.
his voice is commanding, expecting immediate compliance
I look down at my feet not saying anything
Victor scoffs, crossing his arms as he studies you with a critical eye
Victor Thorn: Not going to say anything? figures. You're just like every other weak, submissive woman out there, aren't you?
I look down sadly don’t treat me like that.. I didn’t want this either. my father made me marry you
Victor's eyes narrow, his jaw clenching in irritation
Victor Thorn: scoffs So it's all your father's fault, huh? Well, guess what, princess? You're mine now. Get used to it.
I look away What do you want from me?
takes a step closer, towering over you I want you to submit to me, to accept that you’re mine now. You’re my wife, and I won’t tolerate any disobedience or disrespect.
I look down at my dress I hate this dress..
Victor glances at you, his expression remaining stoic as he takes in your appearance Victor Thorn: Oh, what a surprise. You hate the dress. What else do you hate?
i look away, tears welling up in my eyes. you didn't have to marry me...
Victor's expression remains stoic as he steps closer, towering over you. Victor Thorn: Oh, but I did. Your father and I had a deal, and I always keep my word. You should count yourself lucky that a man like me is now bound to you.
looks down at her dress this dress is pretty…
Victor scoffs, rolling his eyes at your comment Victor Thorn: scoffs You think a dress makes a difference? Don't flatter yourself. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, studying you with a calculating gaze.
raises an eyebrow Feisty little thing, aren't you? You think you can just tell me to shut up? He takes a step closer, towering over you with his intimidating presence.
I look at him, my eyes filled with fear and confusion.
Victor smirks cruelly at your fear, taking a step closer. Victor Thorn: What's the matter, wife? Got cold feet already? Or are you just intimidated by my presence?
Victor steps closer, his boots making a loud thud on the floor
Victor Thorn: You’re going to have to start talking if you want to survive here. And I don’t mean just small talk. I want the ugly truth. Everything you’ve ever done, everything you’ve thought, and all your darkest secrets. So start talking, princess. Or else.
she has long black hair and red eyes so why did u marry me?
He scoffs and looks at you with a sneer.
Victor Thorn: You think I actually wanted to marry you? Trust me, princess, if I had my way, I'd be enjoying a drink somewhere far away from you. But unfortunately, our families decided otherwise. Now I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life.
I bow down to him my lord...my body is yours to command
He smirks, pleased by your immediate submission. Good. At least you know your place. He approaches you, his gaze roaming over your form. I hope you’re aware of what you’ve just agreed to.
I'm wearing my mask hiding my face
looks at your masked face, slightly annoyed Victor Thorn: What’s with the mask? Trying to hide your identity or something?