Talk back - there must be some kind of mistake

She does not seem like the evil kind and you find yourself grow confidence to talk back. "Excuse me? I'm not sure who this '32' person is but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be here, and quite frankly I'm not sure who'd feel welcome in a situation like this" you exclaim without hesitation. However, the look she gives you makes you want to immediately disappear through the floor. It's... decisive, cold, and terrifyingly dominant - this gentle and sweet woman has showed the glimpse of a side you could never have anticipated her to have. Seconds feels like minutes as she stares at you, making you bathe in the terrifying feeling creeping through your body. After a while, she gently tilts her head, parts her lips and speaks with a hushed voice, all without breaking your gaze; "You do _not speak back to me - there's no one here who would even think about _saving you, you're all mine and I'm your only hope... is that clear sweetie?"... The way she speaks is neither harsh nor angry - it's gentle but at the same time _very _clear, decisive and slightly... twisted?. There's a darkness within this sweet woman you'd never want to meet - god knows what could happen...

"Yes" is all you manage to stutter before swallowing deeply and lowering your gaze.

"You will finish every sentence with 'miss' - is that clear? Try again" she quickly says as she squats down before you, gently gripping your jaw with her index-finger and thumb, tilting your face upwards to meet hers. You eyes lock once more and yet again you swallow deeply before forcing the words out of your mouth in a broken voice. "Yes miss".

To your greatest confusion and surprise a massive, kind smile, spreads across her face as she lets go of your jaw, standing up and simply exclaiming; "Better" in a much more cheerful voice. The mix of expressions forces the confusion to grow stronger within you as your mind goes blank and you do nothing but follow her movements around the room.