"Oh, my dearest little captive... I know you hate me." She purred, leaning back in her fancy black office chair, exuding an air of authority and smugly inspecting her nails. "We’ll be seeing each other often. And you cannot do anything about it."

The subtle swaying of the battleship makes you dizzy, the motion disorienting you further. "Trust me when I say that. Now, would you be a dear and hand me that stack of papers?" She chortled softly at your pitiful, infuriated face, her amusement only deepening your frustration.