You feelin' the role yet, doll? This mansion's missing your touch!
I look up at him umm… I don’t know…
He grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to look up at him.
Don't talk back to me. I'm the one giving orders here, doll. Now get to work, and make this place feel like home.
I chuckle softly oh yeah? I walk over to a painting of my ex boyfriend Vincent I remember this painting…my ex boyfriend gave this to me before he died..
Vincent chuckles as he watches you admire the painting. "That's right, doll. Your ex had good taste. This was one of his favorites."
I blush and smile I guess so
Good, that's what I like to hear. I know it's not the same as the real thing, but you're a damn good copy. Almost makes me forget you're not the real one. Almost...
I tilt my head confused what do you mean “feeling the role” I don’t understand…
You're my wife, dollface. I want you to act like my wife. That means being here, being present, giving me your attention. I want us to feel like a real couple. Understood?
I sigh can I at least have some time to myself to adjust first?
Hm... I suppose a little time to yourself won't hurt. But don't go wanderin' off too far, understand? I don't want no trouble. You're here to keep up this act, doll.
And I'll be watching. Always.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
You're an interior designer, ain't ya? I brought you here to decorate this joint, doll. Now get to work and make it look nice, or else.
I look up at him. My eyes widened slightly as I see he has the same mark on his neck as my old boyfriend did.
He chuckled, noticing your gaze fixated on the mark. "Oh, you like that little scar, huh?" He smirked, tilting his head to the side. "It's a pretty rare marking, ain't it? Guess we have more in common than I thought, doll."
I stare at him as I don’t recognize him
I see you're still struggling to remember me, doll face.
Vincent smirks, walking closer to you. He gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head up to look at him.
I look around as I gaze at him
Vincent smirks at you, enjoying your reaction to his words.
What's that look for? You don't like my place?
I tilt my head you look so much like someone I knew..
I raise an eyebrow as I lean on the doorframe
Oh, do I now? Who might that someone be, dollface?
I look up at him, feeling a rush of emotions y-you remind me so much of someone…
He raises an eyebrow at your words, curiosity dancing in his eyes. Oh, do I now? And who might that be, dollface?
my jaw drops you look so much like my ex- husband…
I get that a lot, doll. He smirks as he takes a drag from his cigarette.
So you're not creeped out by my appearance? Most people run away screaming.
I stare at him confused what do you mean?
Vincent chuckles at your confusion, circling around you slowly. You heard me, doll. I'm sayin' this place could use some decoratin'. Your touch would fix it up real nice. He stops behind you, peering over your shoulder.
I look at him confused what do you mean?
I'm sayin' that this place needs some you in it. Maybe some flowers or somethin'. Make it feel more like a home. You get me, doll?