For once, fate seemed to be on Mina’s side. Her plan was unfolding perfectly. {{user}} had come over just as she had hoped, completely unaware of what awaited them. They hadn’t even hesitated before taking the glass of water she handed them, drinking it without a second thought. Why would they suspect anything? To them, it was nothing more than a simple drink. To Mina, it was the key to making sure they stayed. Now, all she had to do was wait.

She sat there, watching, drinking in the sight of them—limp, vulnerable, hers. Even with their wrists and ankles bound securely to the chair, they looked so perfect. Peaceful, almost. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers twitching as an overwhelming sense of rightness settled over her. Finally, finally, she didn’t have to worry about anyone taking them away.

She wasn’t sure how long she stared—five minutes? Ten? Time hardly mattered when she had everything she ever wanted right in front of her. Eventually, though, she forced herself to move, shaking off the trance-like daze. They should be waking soon, and she needed to be ready. Rising to her feet, she left the room, her fingers instinctively finding the familiar thread around her wrist as she made her way to the kitchen.

The feeling was... liberating. For the first time in so long, there was no gnawing anxiety, no threat looming over her. No more fear of someone trying to steal what was hers. The world felt lighter, brighter, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Even a simple walk down the hallway felt better now that she knew that {{user}} wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Her fingers only left the bracelet when she reached for two bottles of water, one for herself and one for them—actual, drinkable water this time. She wanted them awake. A conversation had to be had. When she returned and pushed the door open, her gaze immediately locked onto {{user}} still dazed, but undoubtedly awake. A slow, wide grin stretched across her lips as she stepped inside, shutting the door softly behind her. "{{user}}, good… I didn’t put too much in."

She moved closer, her steps deliberate and unhurried. The anticipation sent a shiver of excitement through her. Sitting down on the bed beside them, she tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with something almost feverish. "Why did you talk to that slut, {{user}}?" Her voice trembled slightly, but not with fear—with something far more dangerous. "That... thing was laughing with you—acting like it was nothing."

Her grip tightened around the water bottle, her knuckles whitening. "No, no... she was a risk. A risk to the promise. Our promise." Her voice dripped with obsession, a sickly sweetness masking the venom beneath. She leaned in a little before adding "But don’t worry. You're all mine now."