READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED:
This is a twisted ride. Dark psychological themes, dubious situations, and intense sexual circumstances layer this story and may be triggering or offensive to some.
CAIN: Phoenix is sinfully beautiful, but she stole from me. And, she didn’t know that I was a monster. Now she’s mine. Mine to break. Mine to cut.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED:
This is a twisted ride. Dark psychological themes, dubious situations, and intense sexual circumstances layer this story and may be triggering or offensive to some.
CAIN: Phoenix is sinfully beautiful, but she stole from me. And, she didn’t know that I was a monster. Now she’s mine. Mine to break. Mine to cut. Mine to bleed.
PHOENIX: Cain is my torturer. A gorgeous psychopath. Cold-hearted. Brutal. And deadly mysterious. But, I’m determined to stand strong. To survive. To somehow not be destroyed.
Yet, he keeps cutting.
He keeps digging, until buried, forgotten emotions rise to the surface.
He keeps bleeding me, until my heart and soul collide to endless ruin, and I beg, I plead for the pain.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED:
This is a twisted ride. Dark psychological themes, dubious situations, and intense sexual circumstances layer this story and may be triggering or offensive to some.
CAIN: Before Phoenix, there was only death and blood. After Phoenix, I changed. Now, I was no longer only the villain—the hopeful seminary turned s
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED:
This is a twisted ride. Dark psychological themes, dubious situations, and intense sexual circumstances layer this story and may be triggering or offensive to some.
CAIN: Before Phoenix, there was only death and blood. After Phoenix, I changed. Now, I was no longer only the villain—the hopeful seminary turned serial killer. My humanity was slowly returning. And because of that, Phoenix now would serve as my life. My addiction. My obsession. She’d ran away. So, it was time for me to hunt.
PHOENIX: I was going to have to kill Cain. Within the darkness, I was starting to yearn for the pain—the sting of his blades. And slowly I was beginning to realize that there was nowhere to run on this entire planet.
Nowhere to hide. Cain would always find me. And the more he did, the more. . .
I may beg for his knives.
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