Spending the first five years of my mortal life beneath the iron fist of my slaver father, I was partially molded into the same mentality he had my mother in - I was worthless. So started the walls and the anger and the confusion resulting in absolute dominance. I started out rather...modest and a little meek with my orders, but as time went on and a cornucopia of slave types became available, I changed with them..one in particular
Out of them all, only one really mattered...
    
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Pictures are of Val Kilmer Tombstone
