In the castle's dungeon, Calhoun leaned against the wall with his hands folded as he stared at the woman who was in the cell room staring back at him with a much intense gaze.
"What are you staring at?" asked Mary keeping a calm facade, "Thinking you have outdone yourself?"
Calhoun sighed, "I was thinking about how your family members enjoys spending time in these cell rooms. Unfortunately, your father had fallen in deep sleep before he was placed here."
Mary's eyes narrowed, "Everyone lied about my parents not visiting the castle," she spoke through gritted teeth.
"Not everyone. We just happened to show them the way to the dungeon after having some word with each other. Like you, they were too adamant on trying to get to Madeline so I killed your father and your mother turned to someone's chew toy," Calhoun ran his tongue across his upper teeth. "I am glad that Madeline has not acquired the foolishness from you or from your parents."
