Check in with Annabelle

As Annabelle stalked away from the diner, a shiver ran down her spine. The air seemed to shift, and a tall, pale figure appeared before her. Belladonna, the enigmatic woman who had granted her the power to control Sarah through the cursed uniform, stood there with an air of sinister allure.

Belladonna's black hair framed her face in a short bob with bangs, and her luscious red lips curled into a wicked smile. She wore a black latex maid's uniform that clung to her slender form, accentuating her predatory presence.

"Well, well, Annabelle," Belladonna purred, her voice dripping with mischief. "It seems you've been having quite the time with our little plaything."

Annabelle swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation. She knew that Belladonna was not one to be trifled with, and her visits always came at a cost.

"You've been quite busy, haven't you?" Belladonna continued, circling Annabelle like a predator closing in on its prey. Her fingers lightly trailed over Annabelle's shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I hope you've been enjoying the entertainment. After all, you did promise to pay the price for such power," Belladonna teased, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Annabelle, flustered and uneasy, stammered, "I... I did what you asked. I controlled Sarah just like you wanted."

Belladonna chuckled, her touch becoming more possessive. "Ah, but my dear, the payment is not just in the manipulation of others. It's in the thrill, the humiliation, the chaos you create. And I must say, you've been quite entertaining."

The public's attention was drawn to the scene unfolding, as Belladonna deliberately touched Annabelle to embarrass her. Whispers and stares followed them, adding to Annabelle's discomfort.

"Tonight, I'll expect you at our usual meeting place. Don't keep me waiting, Annabelle," Belladonna said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. With a teasing grin, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Annabelle flustered and anxious about the impending encounter.

As the onlookers returned to their own affairs, Annabelle couldn't shake the feeling of being caught in a web, with Belladonna as the master weaver, orchestrating a dark dance that she was bound to follow. The night promised more secrets, more games, and a continued descent into the twisted world Belladonna had introduced her to.