Theo nodded silently at the girl's story. [i]She was quite the sad little hooker, wasn't she?[/i] he thought. When she finished, he checked the text he got from Jar and rolled his eyes before shoving his phone back in his pocket. He looked back up at her and said "I apologize for this. My second texted me something I thought was important but was really just an annoyance." He didn't particularly like when people slept around. He wasn't one to do that. Never had he laid with too many women. What if the bitch tried to convince him she was pregnant? No, he will not do such a thing. He looked over at the wall behind her and said in a deep, apathetic voice "my mother was a victim of a roman invasion when I was conceived. My father left her alive so she could carry his bastard child, me."

"My mother hated me ever since I was born. The lullaby you sang, she sang for myself when I wanted to sleep. She also sang it the day she got me banished from the village. My father took me in once I found him, seeing as his wife only gave him daughters; but my father's wife had plans other than taking care of me. I was a teen, as she was also a younger woman, and my father was out a lot. She forced herself onto me and blamed me of rape once my father caught us. He then tortured me and put me out to die. A maid came and turned me and the rest... well, is history." He looked back at Maria for a moment, searching for any sign of pity in which he would become enraged. 

"I do not expect pity, as I did not give that to you out of respect." He stood to his feet, a stony expression adorning his face. "Now, you'll be going home soon; but I must show you no more mercy." He took out his pocket knife and advanced onto Maria, recreating his wounds from earlier.