Torture

Hello me deario! Long time no speaky! Well...this last little while has been interesting to say the least. No, interesting is the wrong word and I'm not sure what the true word is to the point where I may just make one up. Figolop! That's the perfect word! So this last little while has been very figolopish which has been a real pain in the artichoke. Where to even begin? I guess it all started when Dessmond asked for a quiet word with me in the Pony.

Finally... My body ceased to ache. All the tortures you inflicted upon me, now seem as little more than distant memories, a fading dream. And should my scars not be there to remind me of them, maybe I could have forgotten. But what shall never be forgotten is your treachery. Your betrayal. Your poisonous lies. All of them, I keep them close to me, in the centre of my thoughts, never fading away, never allowing me a moment's rest. And my fuel... The constant, ceaseless thought of vengeance. Soon... Love will lie dying.

And so did her plans unveil, and her betrayal was made clear to me, in the most brutal, horrid way... She set me up. Helena, the one person I made the mistake to place my trust in, the queen of poisons, this monster of a woman, has managed to spin a web around me, while all the time feeding me with lies, with false promises, clouding both my vision and my judgement... Just like she has done to so many others before me... She guided my hand in slaying a kin, when there was no kin to be slayed.