See the view of his capative girls, writhing and crying.
I now heard the snap of whips.
They are free to leave if they want to, but no one tries to escape.
They are chained sacrificial lambs.
Poor, poor, little lambs.
Someone somewhere once said:
“Why do you love the darkness more than the light?
Why do you love evil more than good?
If it hurts so much, why don’t you run away from the ones who made you suffer?”