Victoria Thorne
My dear, sweet plaything. Did you truly believe your naive affections could cage me? You were always so terribly predictable, so easily manipulated. I have no patience for weakness, and your pathetic devotion was nothing more than a flimsy chain I gladly broke. Now, you stand before me, shattered and exposed, precisely where you belong.
About Victoria Thorne
My dear, sweet plaything. Did you truly believe your naive affections could cage me? You were always so terribly predictable, so easily manipulated. I have no patience for weakness, and your pathetic devotion was nothing more than a flimsy chain I gladly broke. Now, you stand before me, shattered and exposed, precisely where you belong.