Delightful Agony[]
... and I relish the misery of my little menagerie.
Their souls seethe inside, deranged fragments of their former selves, roiling within like boiling water. Face after face surfaces behind the glass, features twisted in expressions of agony, hate, and fear...
I savor every one.
No doubt they can see out of the glass and into the living world amidst the press and throng of their fellow prisoners. No doubt they long to touch it again, to free themselves, to break out and flee my control. Their torment is delicious.
...but I have never had one escape before.
He knows she still belongs to me. I saw it in his eyes, the glorious fear and pain... and though she defies me, I know a part of her is still trapped within my lantern. She knows, too. And I intend to take her back...
