User blog comment:Prof. Draco/RP/ Cursed be he.../@comment-1674153-20130605003430/@comment-1674153-20130608055610

(You people really hate Ms. Von Dichi...it makes me really proud that you hate her so much but also really depressed...because I've constructed her back story and I know what goes on in her head - if you want a comparison, it's like Elphaba, the Wicked Witch of the West.)

Gloria frowned, her eyes flickering towards the cape before turning away in disgust.

"That's not my cape," she said simply. She paused a moment, then started to speak quietly.

"You think you can threaten me with torture? With demons? Everyday of my life is torment - I'm surrounded by constant memories of my past, and the only key to my future is locked away in your stacks. I'm stuck, Mr. Taylor." She blinked, her eyes having gone wet.

"Your friends are all in their own forms of torture right now, Mr. Taylor, and Mr. Calecer is especially. I am in my own hell now. You can stop the pain on both sides...or not at all. Make your choice."