| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tIt was easy. The hard part was finding their whereabouts. The rest... was easy. Posing as someone they know from the past always works. My lord has granted me their stolen memory, so i can make stories as I go that paints me as an old acquaintance. Old acquaintance that they have forgotten thanks to the memory wiping fog. From there, I just need to gain their trust, and offered them to tell some of the past they have forgotten. It always work. They almost always lowered their guard, a testament of how desperate they are to find out about their lost memory. This Charmeleon was no different. He was naive, trusting, and stupid. It didn't take long before he fell into my trap. The look of utter despair on his face was too precious. Little by little I broke him. First his limbs, to prevent escape. The sound of bones breaking was euphoric. Then I took his pride. His dignity. All while destroying his sense of self. Continued physical harm was next on the list, all while making sure he degenerated as much as possible without dealing fatal wounds. Of course, I didn't have to do all this. My lord just required them to be dead. But where's the fun in just snapping their neck? "Please... let me die..." I just love it when they beg like that. I would love to torture them further. But my time is up. I need to clean all my trace, and move on to look for the next target. He looked almost happy when I finally decided to end his suffering. That's one more down. Too bad i can't play with him much longer. 108 targets. So many different targets to play with. I will look forward to my next victim. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t