The Dancer and The Masks

The Masks We kidnapped her. A payment for a debt. A very personal one. With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. The Dancer we stole is our captive to play with, to… Continue reading The Dancer and The Masks

The Masks and the Dancer

The Masks We kidnapped her. She was our revenge. She fought against our darkest desires. She shone a light on our pitch black souls. She became our mirror. She made us see. And what do monsters do when they stare at their reflection? They break the fu*king glass. The Dancer They kidnapped me. I was their… Continue reading The Masks and the Dancer