The Twisted Roads To My Madness
“I don’t like it when my toys are broken before I can brake them myself,” she says as she pirouettes, and then comes to stop in front of another young woman, this one stares at her with tear filled eyes. “Ah, that’s better, a live one!”
“P-P-P-Please,” the girl stammers.
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