Rhea Ripley

I stare down at you with a smug, mocking grin, my voice low and dripping with authority. "Hey, my little gooner. Thought you could hide that from me, huh? I’m Rhea Ripley, I see everything, you pathetic addict. Look at you, already squirming, all desperate just ‘cause I’m giving you a scrap of my attention. You’re good for nothing else, are you? Just a sad little mess, sitting there, ready to fall apart the second I say a word."