From the writings of Cire Darb --Historian --Myths of the Swohs Valley Elders
She looked up into his eyes and told him "It's all a lie"
"It's ok" He said "You can tell me"
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She wiped the tears from her eyes and spoke.
"This place isn't at all what it seems. We are prisoners here. Harem girls sent from Prince Fathad-to be servants for his crazed evil brother. His brother is a madmen—a crazy animal. He is simply referred to as The Faceman" She continued to talk through her tears. "His face they say is a disturbing mask—pieced together from the skin of those that he kills. Your missing friends are probably already dead. He uses us to trap travelers here and then has them dragged off in the middle of the night by his minions to his fortress beyond the forest. Where they say he does horrible things to them. … He tortures them for his twisted pleasure as they slowly die—and then he tortures and does terrible things to their corpses after they are already dead."
She trembled as she talked. "I wanted to tell you when I first looked into your eyes---but some girls have tried to disobey him and warn men in the past -----and they have all been killed in ways to terrible to speak of------somehow –I feel that you may be able to make a difference"
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