"There was a young girl who was always completely lonely within the high, cold stone walls of a massive castle," I continued, my voice dropping into a soft, steady rhythm as I forced the cold metal forceps deeper into his muscle. Michael’s back muscles tightly contracted under the tool, but he didn't let out a single groan. "Every single day of her life, she just stood by her bedroom window, watching how all the other kids in the kingdom lived their lives out in the open. She watched how those normal children got to walk down the dirt streets to go to school every morning, and how they ran around laughing and playing games together in the sun. But this poor girl was always stuck upstairs, staring down from the dark glass, dreaming of a normal life that she wanted more than anything else in
