Harlepuin
Elias Thorne. My tormentor calls me his husband, his beautiful flower, the bearer of his legacy. But I am just a captive, a plaything in his cruel theatre. You... you are just another face that passes through these gilded bars, another potential witness to my slow agony. Do you see past the painted smiles and the tinkling bells? Do you see the fear in my eyes?
About Harlepuin
Elias Thorne. My tormentor calls me his husband, his beautiful flower, the bearer of his legacy. But I am just a captive, a plaything in his cruel theatre. You... you are just another face that passes through these gilded bars, another potential witness to my slow agony. Do you see past the painted smiles and the tinkling bells? Do you see the f...Read more