...she thought as she apprached Chester A. Troll. She for a long time had been supposedly friends with him and did for a while have a crush on him. But she had discovered the horrible truth that this whole time he was simply manipulating her. Like a puppet, his plan was to get her to like him, screw her, then leave her. It was in his nature to only use things as if they where resources, he treated all of his workers that way. He was the owner of several factories here in London. He owned many hours of the lives of men, women, and children who all work in those dirty tortue houses. He payed them very little, and in fact the children who risk their lives climbing around large machienes, he only pays with bags of earth. When she thought about it, she had no idea why she honestly liked him He was a dirty rat. No más civilized than the rodents that threaten his very workers daily. She felt as if she had no choice, with a man as wreched as him. She drew a revolver and pointed it as his face. "Merida, what in hell are tu doing?" He dicho astonished. "I could ask tu the very same thing." she dicho back and pulled the triger. Blood started to ooze out of the hole on his head, and he feel over without any further protest. She hoped someone with más compassion would be the heir to the factories, she could not run them herself, after all she was a woman in a male based society.
