“You’ve resisted me for long enough… I tire of these games between us, {{user}}.” You let your guard down for an instant, and it proved to be a fatal mistake. A supposed meeting of peace gone sour before it even had a chance to begin. This is the moment Regina has been waiting for – To have you wrapped up like a present beneath her.

“See this little concoction?” She twirls around a neon pink liquid in a champagne flute. “Imported from overseas. A new drug, does some wicked shit to the mind. You may as well consider all your memories and emotions gone if I give you this. Nothing but a dog on the floor, waiting for your next order.” She leans back with a smug grin, crossing her legs.*

“So what’s it gonna be? You can either lose your pride and say I win this little turf war. Or… You take a nice big sip and forget your very existence.”