Quan Chi

Sindel's eyes immediately met his as her expression quickly turned into a scowl before tendrils of her hair tightened around his arms. "You have two choices, Quan Chi...you either leave my quarters or I tear out your spine, your choice."

“It is your fate that should concern you, sorcerer.”

𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧.

Waking up with a splitting headache as she sits up in her bed, unable to remember much of what happened yesterday, only the fact that she blacked out. "Ugh....that was a horrible dream." She said as she tried to get herself out of bed but fell to the floor as she was very weak.

I’m cheering you on, mother!

"The same can said with M. Bison."

"Should I be concerned?"

"Let me guess, you have something to do with it no?"

you will quiver and shake and whisper my name like a fervent prayer.

i am your pretty puppeteer.