PUPPETMASTER POV
They play with her; I have no way of knowing how good of a fight she will put up.
She had been working hard; I can see the determination when I watch her. Her companions play a rather pathetic game with her.
But that's all it is.
A game.
I want to know the extent of her abilities.
I want to know how much fun I could have with her before I drain her.
No matter.
I stare at the Barbie doll on the ground as whatever-his-name-is holds his wrist to her mouth.
"How much longer?"
"I'm not sure," he slurs. "Sir, I don't feel so well."
"Just do it," I spit.
He drops his head.
I pace back and forth. This dungeon bores me. There are no windows and I have to be careful when leaving. It may have been built many millennia ago and remains forgotten by the younglings of today,
