Amara
To the rest of the world, I'm broken.
Unfixable.
But when he looks at me, I know what he sees.
A woman, not a doll.
A fighter, not a victim.
A survivor.
Maybe, he sees underneath that.
Maybe, just maybe, he sees what I was always born to be-a predator.
They took my innocence from me. They stole my adolescence.
Now I'm going to reap upon them what they sowed in me.
Vengeance.
This woman hasn't just been scorned... but the hell I'll rain down upon them will look like child's play.
He's a Sinner, by nature and by vow, but will he take this journey into the depths of depravity with me?
Will his brothers?
Stick around for the ride-we'll find out if he's man enough for the job.
