I can tell you I still have no remorse for the death of anyone who crossed me.
The Count and his wife...do you know how they kept their castle in such great condition?
They used the money from young girls that were thrown into sex trafficking after their parents were killed for not being able to pay back the money they owed to the shylock that ran their loan business in Bulgaria.
Have you ever been to Bulgaria?
Well, its not the most romantic riviera to anywhere. Its cold and the people look more dead than I.
I could see in the architecture and in the worn down walls that there was once a most beautiful city that held hope. Its like being a Texan coming to the Big Apple and seeing Manhattan with a realtor with the budget of $2k...nothing will crush your hopes of a better life than that move.
Now you know Bulgaria...not really..I am generalizing an entire country based on the Russian mobbed district I was held up in but if the horseshoe fits ...it fits the whole country!
They tried to rope, tie, rape, and threatened me with a gun just for my asking how to get a hold of the Count. No wonder he liked dead girls-his taste for 12 year olds got boring apparently-and he paid his minions incredibly well to keep him supplied with little ones so they were a little reluctant to give him up.
Death was a little too nice for him but I did not let him die easily and I did not let his Russian whore wife get to live out her majestic life on the lives of little girls. She so knew and could not care less. I hated touching her but the Count hated it more and that was worth every dirty moment.
I video taped it for prosperity. I watched it over and over as I was flying home and although I have no emotions... my face cracked a smile whenever I watched them die at my hands....must be a glitch in my chemistry.
The Doctor can fix it for the BlinDeaD