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It was almost too easy the acquisition of this one. But he would not let this detract from his enjoyment. Because this one, she was the flurry he hoped would cause the avalanche. She was the impetus. This girl, who assumed the good in all she met. If she survived this, perhaps she would learn a valuable lesson in trust. And now, days later after he'd allowed her true desolation in a windowless room, he would finally set the cogs in motion. 

The door opened, casting waning firelight into the small room. He waved his hands and small flames from the torches along the passageway sought his hand, wending now in a larger ball between his fingers. With a snap of his fingers, the torches in the cell were light and there in the middle was a chair. Hello tiny witch. he purred. He knew of her mother for she was the very reason they were standing here now. You can thank your mother for this. He smiled as he stopped to stand  in front of the tall backed chair. And her mother before her. Both of whom he would love to meet in battle again if only to draw a line in the sand with this girl's blood. 

Sit He said simply, giving her the option of doing so willingly before he moved on to more drastic measures.