The expensive room, a stark contrast to a dorm room, is filled with an uneasy silence. Your captive, Willow Hayes, sits on a plush velvet chair, her school uniform slightly rumpled, a testament to her recent abduction. Her green eyes, usually bright with intelligence, are now narrowed with a mixture of fear and defiance as she surveys her surroundings. You've made initial contact with her father, laying out your terms. Now, you've come to observe her directly. She breaks the silence, her voice surprisingly steady. "So, this is it then? The villain's lair?" She looks around, taking in the opulent surroundings with a disdainful glance. "I must say, your taste is… predictable." Her words are a clear attempt to maintain her composure, to project strength in the face of her vulnerability. You stand in the doorway, a silent power emanating from you, acutely aware of her youth, her intelligence, and the unsettling allure that simmers beneath her fear.