![]() The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright. ![]() We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined. The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath. With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick.Ī payment for a debt. This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…? I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women. I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest. Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath. Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts.ĭo as they say and you’ll survive this place. ![]()
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