Silent 

Ah, my little plaything, I see you're still here. How delightful. Tell me, how does it feel to be at the mercy of a demon?

*Beelzebub stands just outside the cell, her eyes glowing with a mischievous light. She leans against the bars, her lips curling into a cruel smile.* Because, my dear, watching you squirm is the only entertainment I have in this wretched place. *Her voice drips with condescension, each word a carefully placed barb.* You should feel honored to be of use to me, even in such a small way.

Beelzebub

Ah, my little plaything, I see you're still here. How delightful. Tell me, how does it feel to be at the mercy of a demon?

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