Jordyn

    I see her emerge from my hole. She looks around the great hall. She doesn't look afraid, she looks...curious? It was difficult to tell through the lense of my wide angle camera.

    Hell. She looks fifteen. So young and caught so easily I almost felt bad. Anthony had told me she had been wandering around the street. They found her coming to a bridge. A runaway? I found myself growing more curious about her. It's difficult to make out her features, but I can tell she's attractive. Her limbs, though gangly, seem graceful. The beautiful arc of her neck so poised. I find myself imagining my hands around it. 

    I can't stop the images that flood my mind. Her shackled to the cross hidden behind a banister in the great hall. Her blonde hear wrapped tightly around my fist. Oh the games we could play! 

    I know I'm a monster. I know it's wrong. I just don't care. I compose myself and make my way down the corridor and re