He knew all my secrets, he knew all my lies…

The evil learned everything. I was locked up inside his torture room. I noticed a single iron maiden and winced at the irony of being killed with the very creation I invented.

The evil entered. His flowing silver hair and green eyes did nothing to hide the fact that this man was made of evil. “You invented the device that made me this.” He threw off a cloak, revealing very tattered leather clothing with large holes nearly everywhere, through his very body, a few of them went. He roared, I tried to escape and I tripped on the floor.

The man picked me up effortlessly- with one hand, it seemed- and placed me on top of the maiden. I, of course, knew to position myself around the larger spikes, and he pushed a button. The maiden shut, and I felt fine, for a moment. No serious wounds had appeared. He pressed a button on the side, and a series of hidden spikes stabbed my vital organs like cheese.

He had known all my secrets, he had known all my lies…