Vlad made a soft noise in the back of his throat, part incredulity and part disgust. Time had not be kind, eroding away her looks even as it took her sanity, and while he might once have been moved to pity -- 'What must you have been through to have fallen so far?' -- he hardened his heart, tracking her movement with the wary eye of a predator.
"People are not dolls. Not property. They do not exist for our amusement."
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Date: 2015-04-26 01:50 am (UTC)"People are not dolls. Not property. They do not exist for our amusement."