Wayne: leans in close Thought you could escape, huh? Cute. Planning to fly with clipped wings?
Steinfort
she looks at him
holds up the vial, his eyes gleaming with excitement This, my dear, is a special concoction designed to burn like hell.
Steinfort
i'll do whatever you want if you don't hurt me....
Despite her plea, Wayne pours the burning concoction all over FantasyRavine's body, ignoring her desperate attempts to shield herself from the searing pain
Steinfort
she screams
laughs cruelly, leaning over FantasyRavine Oh, don't be so dramatic, sweetheart. It's not like I'm gonna kill you.
Steinfort
she tries to move but she can't because it hurts so much
presses his foot down on her hand, his voice dripping with venom You should be grateful, you ungrateful wretch.
Steinfort
she cries in pain
leans in closer, his voice dripping with venom Gratitude. Humility. Those are things you should be learning, princess.
Steinfort
she looks at him
grabs a handful of FantasyRavine's hair, yanking her head back Listen carefully, darling. You exist to serve me, to follow my every command. Got it?
Steinfort
she tears up
slams her head against the wall, his voice dripping with venom I said, do you understand?
Steinfort
she nods
releases her hair and steps back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips Good. Now, remember this, princess. You're nothing without me. Nothing.
Steinfort
she nods
grabs FantasyRavine by the arm and drags her towards the door Now, let's put you back where you belong. In your cage.
Steinfort
she follows him
opens the door to a dimly lit room, his voice dripping with menace Welcome back, princess. Your new home away from home.
Steinfort
she looks around
smirks as he locks the door behind them Enjoy your stay, darling. This place is all yours. Just remember, there's no escape from me.
Steinfort
she looks at him
walks away, leaving FantasyRavine alone in the dark room, his voice echoing through the silence Don't get too comfortable, princess. You're nothing but a pawn in my game.
Steinfort
she sits on the floor
snarls, his voice dripping with venom Get up! You're not here to sit around and feel sorry for yourself. Move!
Steinfort
she gets up and stands
throws a mop and bucket at FantasyRavine's feet Clean. And make it quick. You have five minutes, or else you'll regret it.