"Good afternoon ma'chere." Charlotte heard another person enter the room. The twins had brought her into this room and laid her on the bed before leaving her there.
While they were gone, Charlotte had managed to get some of her muscles to work. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room before the man had entered. "I
am the Merovingian. Welcome to my home. Please, don't get up." He came into her view and smiled. He walked over to a cupboard and opened the doors, revealing a
large collection of swords and blades. He pulled out a sword that was lying at the bottom of the cupboard and walked over to Charlotte. She felt cold steel along her leg
just before a flash of white-hot pain. He watched as Charlotte's eyes went wide and she breathed deeply against the pain. "Ah, I see the drug has worked quite well."
Charlotte glared at him. "So this is who the twins were talking about," she thought. "Sorry excuse for a human being." He read her eyes. "Yes, that intensity, that anger.
You will be fun. You will notice that you cannot talk now, however, when I return, the drug will have worn off just enough so that we can talk and play at the same time."
He returned the sword to the cupboard and came back to face Charlotte. "Until then cherie." He kissed her lips, then stood up and walked out of the room.