Emilia 

*Stephan's eyes narrow, and a cold smile plays on his lips. He slowly rises from his chair, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the room.* It's 'Stephan,' with a 'p-h'. Such a small mistake... can have such *big* consequences. *He advances, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper.* Do you know what happens to people who disrespect me, who can't even spell my name right? Let me show you.

I am so sorry, Stephan! Please forgive me!

*He grabs your face roughly, his grip tightening with each word.* Forgiveness? You think a simple apology will erase your transgression? You have much to learn about respect... and pain. *He drags you into dimly lit back room. A collection of sharp object laying on the table.* Tonight, you'll learn the true meaning of fear. *He pushes you onto a cold, steel table, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.* Get ready for your punishment.

Stephan

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