I was born innocent, not knowing about evil. But as I grew, I grew in a twisted way. Inflicting pain and fear on others were my greatest desires. "Talk." I ripped off the black tape on her mouth, peeling off some skin on her lips in the process. She kept silent, her wide eyes showing fear, the drops of blood from her lower lip staining the pure white dress I made her wear. I raised an eyebrow and threw a bagful of salt on her. It seeped into her wounds, making her yelp in pain. "Talk." "I..I'm an orphan..." "Perfect." I smirked. No one would look for her. "Now, how about you escape from here?" I forcibly pulled her off the chair, the ropes snapping and scratching her porcelain-white skin. I pushed her into a tall glass container filled with salt water and covered the top with a thick metal plate. Watching her flail her arms, desperately trying to reach the surface and throw off the metal plate, but choke and sink deeper into the container, I grinned evilly. Soon, another girl would join my room full of injured and hapless girls. --- I may or may not update. This kind of story is hard to continue...