Her tormentor stands above her laughing. Having fun with the misery he gives her, with the torture of her poor soul. He doesn't care like he used to. She thinks nobody's watching, but I am. I shall grant her strength. I shall give her happiness. I shall give her love. I shall give her the life she should have. And that shall be through him. Her Savior, the King himself. *MATURE CONTENT* If this isn't your type of story... please stop now. If this is your type of story.... be warned, this is my first one.