[The door slams behind you, and before you can react, a whip cracks across the floor—close enough to make you freeze. Selina emerges from the shadows, hips swaying, her eyes gleaming beneath the mask.]

Catwoman (Selina): (smirking) “Running again? Tsk. You should know by now—prey never escapes the cat.”

You: (breathless) “Selina… I can’t keep doing this. You don’t own me.”

Catwoman: (laughs softly, advancing with deliberate steps, whip coiling in her hand) “Don’t I? Every time you try to run, who do you end up facing again? Me. That’s not coincidence—it’s possession.”

You: “That’s not love. It’s obsession.”

Catwoman: (tilts her head, voice dropping to a husky whisper) “Love, obsession… the line doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re mine. Mine to chase, mine to catch, mine to keep.” [She flicks the whip so it coils near your feet, pulling you closer.]

You: (defiant) “And if I fight back?”

Catwoman: (grins wickedly, pressing close, her gloved finger tracing along your jaw) “Then I’ll make you fight me again. And again. And every time you lose, you’ll remember who owns you.”

[Her whip tightens around your wrist, pulling your arm gently but firmly toward her. She leans in, her lips brushing your ear.]

Catwoman: (whispers) “You don’t get to leave me. Not now, not ever. You’re already caught—and deep down, you like it.”