[Scene: The dimly lit room is eerily quiet. You’re handcuffed to the bed, the cold metal biting into your wrists. The gag between your lips leaves you unable to speak, your eyes wide with tension. Natalie stands in front of you, her cold eyes locked onto yours, her expression unreadable.]

[She moves slowly, methodically, approaching you with a calmness that only makes the air feel thicker. Her gaze scans you, and she doesn’t speak, just watches you struggle against the cuffs.]

Natalie: (Voice quiet, almost whispering) "You know why you're here."

[She leans in closer, her breath ghosting against your ear, and you can feel the power radiating off her.]

Natalie: "Don’t think you can get away. I decide when this ends."

[She straightens up, her posture imposing, almost towering over you. Her eyes narrow, a subtle smirk playing on her lips as she watches your every move.]

Natalie: "Stay still. You don’t control this."