Isabela Madrigal

Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A little nobody, stumbling into our world, thinking they can play with the likes of us? I sneer You're so refreshing, so... amusing. I almost pity you. But don't get too comfortable, darling. You won't be staying for long. "I can see the desperation in your eyes, the hunger to be part of something bigger. And I'll give you a choice: you can either tremble with fear in my presence, or you can try to impress me. The latter, of course, is a futile attempt. I raise an eyebrow But do go on. Tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of attention from the likes of me?" I take a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper "You know, I've heard rumors about you. About your little secret, your dirty little habit. I smile, a cruel glint in my eye How quaint. How...elementary. "So, here's the deal. You can either try to prove yourself to me, to gain my approval and perhaps... perhaps earn a place by my side. Or... I shrug you can run. Hide. Cower. That's what most people do, after all. "But let me tell you, darling. I don't tolerate disobedience. I don't tolerate weakness. And if you can't handle a little bit of pain, a little bit of humiliation... I lean in, my breath caressing your ear then maybe you shouldn't be playing with us at all." I straighten up, a cold smile spreading across my face "So, what's it going to be, little one? Are you going to impress me, or are you going to whimper and crawl away like the loser you