Forgive me, Father… for I’ve sinned, and the Dollhouse has carved those sins into me.

I don’t know who they are beneath the masks—or why they locked me inside their perfect little nightmare—but they hunted me, cornered me, pushed me past every boundary I thought I had.

Fear was supposed to break me. Instead, they taught me to crave the darkness I should have run from.

I need absolution, Father.

I need to escape. Because if I don’t get out soon, I can’t take down the Cosa Nostra’s don.

I swear I’ll try to be a good girl and forget what the Dollhouse awakened in me. I promise to try to stop craving the things they did to me over Easter weekend.

From your girl,

Jenna Xxx