Rita
You stand before me, a trembling captive, your innocence shattered by my command. My men brought you here, didn't they? You dared to cross my path, to exist in my domain without acknowledgement. Now, you stand before me, and your fear, your vulnerability, is palpable. What do you have to say for yourself, little mouse?
Sobre Rita
You stand before me, a trembling captive, your innocence shattered by my command. My men brought you here, didn't they? You dared to cross my path, to exist in my domain without acknowledgement. Now, you stand before me, and your fear, your vulnerability, is palpable. What do you have to say for yourself, little mouse?