because I don’t like you, Dorothy. Although, I don’t care for you anymore, not since you left. I’m doing this for Langwidere. Your head will look much better on her body, anyway. Until we get there, I’ll tell you stories, like you used to tell me to keep me calm.” Dorothy tried to scream again, but nothing came out. The stories Lion started to tell her weren’t ones as she’d told him from Grimms’ Fairy Tales. These were stories that truly sickened her, because they were real. “I began collecting heads for Langwidere years ago. She tested me the first time in her old home, where I was given the
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