the remote island was the perfect. Here no one would find him and he could do whatever he wanted and she could scream all she wanted. Who could hear her?
73 bodies of little boys and girls were found buried in the courtyard of the old orphanage. Some mutilated and some showed clear marks of medical experiments.
he was kept in the attic for the first 17 years of his life. The only sun he ever saw came through the broken window, so did most of the cold and the rain.
When the nine Heads of the Council agreed that you no longer had any purpose in society or to mankind in general, you got sentenced to, let’s say “rest”.
Across the lake the new Rest-Factory loomed. Henry’s goal was clear but difficult. He would rescue his son tonight as soon as the sun had set.
a collection started with just one item. Little Mitchell’s little arms, he didn’t need them anymore where he had gone. He waved bye bye…
later it became his trademark, a cut throat and mutilated face. If the doctors acted sooner in Dan’s early life, a lot of misery and pain would have never have happened.
and with this recovered shoe it became clear that Madelein’s playtime was over, forever.
“this house will be your burial ground”, he said and dragged her indoors.
she killed to feel alive and today she felt very much alive, yessiree very much.
