He gave me a new home; a new bed, food, a roof above my head, but most importantly, he gave me my hope and feature back. In short terms, he had managed to give me my life back. Even though I had never admitted it to him, he knew just how much I loved him. And, he knew how much he had broken my heart over the years. To say that breaking my soul into small pieces was his personal goal was an understatement. The only thing he wanted in return was for me to help him with his masterpiece. In return he wanted me to kill and slay his victims. And I happily did. Why? Because I was bound to him.