Edited by FUNV at 2018-10-24 11:03
Your name is Margeretta Zelle. You’re a dancer. You’re a newcomer to our manor. You had choice to live a ‘normal’ life but you didn't. You can’t possibly be asking me why you didn’t! You know what you’ve done. Your hands are so petite and delicate but were gloved with blood. The stench of rotting bled through your skin. Your eyes exposed your indifference to the sufferings around you. Your soul watched the audience with boredom…lusting for the stink and softness of flesh. You aren’t afraid of Jack are you? You came to witness this burlesque of survival. You can tell from the swollen bruises and bloody wounds that those survivors were physically tortured. You can tell from their faces, especially from their dull and lifeless eyes that they were mentally tortured. You can tell me that you don't want to become one of them, but regardless you wouldn’t get a choice. You belong with them. A prey of our hunters… | 
Post time 2018-10-23 18:15:10
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