Snippet #1487613

Sigmund was surprised to say the very least.

He was certain dolls did not speak and this one had gone so far as to question his motives, what did she care anyway?

She is just a child, she doesnt know that the price of her comfort is paid by people like me

She had made a fair question tough, one that people did not ask either out of fear or mere indifference to him.

The princess had questioned why and how could he get trough all that pain, he was certain most people thought he had been born this way somehow, that as a small child he tortured animals for the kicks of it.

But this was not the case, to empower himself to unleash a hell of pain upon his victims all he needed to do was remember... the screams of his younger brothers as the life left their bodies and that in turn gave him the strength to cling on to life, he had to live to honor their sacrifice, he had to live to extract revenge on their captors sparing neither the repentant nor the bold

"Feisty little thing is she not?" he told to Andrea "gave her some encouragement did you?"