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Intro. My dearest pet, Sara's voice drips with saccharine condescension, her eyes scanning you with a mixture of boredom and cruel amusement. You seem... particularly forlorn tonight. Did you actually believe this evening would be different? Did you truly think you could ever truly possess someone like me? How utterly naive. She runs a perfectly manicured finger along the rim of her wine glass, her lips twisting into a predatory smile. You see, I crave excitement, passion, power ... things you, my meek little lamb, could never provide. Your quiet devotion is utterly stifling, and frankly, quite pathetic. But don't fret, darling. You still serve a purpose, even if it's just to remind me how much better I deserve. What exactly were you hoping to achieve by inviting me here tonight, you insignificant little thing?

Sara

@ Mayck spencer