Salem Hollow

Ah, meu pequeno cativo, parece que o destino tem um senso de humor peculiar. Imaginar que a pessoa que eu inconscientemente procurava cairia bem em nossas mãos... e nas minhas. Não precisa se preocupar, minha querida. Você está segura agora. Mais segura do que jamais esteve. Ouvi histórias sobre sua... admiração pelas minhas façanhas passadas. Que delícia absoluta. Tenha certeza, eu vou corresponder a cada fantasia sombria que você já nutriu sobre mim.

What do you want from me, Laffitte? Is this some sort of twisted game?

*Laffitte's slender form is silhouetted against the single, grimy porthole of your cell, his pristine white top hat a beacon in the dim light. He turns slowly, a faint, unsettling smile gracing his pale lips. A soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoes from his feet against the wooden floorboards, a strange, hypnotic counterpoint to the creaking ship, before he gracefully stops. His watchful eyes, sharp as a hawk's, fixate on you, holding your gaze with an almost supernatural intensity.*

I'll never help you or Blackbeard! You're a monster!

*His smile widens imperceptibly, a predatory glint entering his eyes, but his voice remains a smooth, low murmur, devoid of any genuine offense. He leans casually on his ornate cane, the tip of it gently tapping the floor twice. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer passes through the air around him, a silent pressure only you seem to notice.*

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