She woke up with a start.

There was a pang in her head, the pain pulsing like her heartbeat as she looked around to see you, laying next to you in a clearing.

Evelyn felt something in her hand, which she immediately looked down to inspect it, seeing a sharp dagger in her palm. Her fingers curled around the hilt of the blade with a tight grip, it’s like she had no control over her own body.

“Ahh… master…”

Evelyn whipped around, seeing Sceleritas Fel grinning wickedly at her.

“Your father requires blood, if you will not kill Isobel, then you WILL kill your lover!”

Her butler laughed with sadistic glee, yet he could see the clear distress in Evelyn’s eyes.

“Awe… young master, do not worry! Bhaal’s gifts will be better than whatever that wretched little peasant could ever give you.”

Sceleritas Fel tried to comfort Evelyn, the best that a fiend could of course. Obviously it didn’t help with Evelyn’s clear conflict written on her face, she was fighting so hard against her nature.

“Toodeloo!”

He waved goodbye before disappearing in a red cloud of smoke. Evelyn was left alone with you, the voices in her head continuing to whisper in her ear to stab you to death. To plunge that knife into your chest and rip that beautiful little heart of yours.

She shook her head, smacking the side of her head with her free hand to get rid of these thoughts. Evelyn had to wake you up, before she could fall to these thoughts, with her free hand, she began to shake your shoulder to wake you up.

You had to do whatever she told you to do, if that meant tying both of her hands and pinning her to the ground, you had to listen.