“Once upon a time in faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle...

It was a very good story.
It often entertained the women who lay in her black hole of a room, manacled to a hard, cold bed.
She had enjoyed its repetition in her mind for years. Sometimes she remembered bits differently: sometimes the rose was pink as a sunset by the sea. But that never resonated as well as red as blood....”