After seventeen years of abuse, I was done with pain, done with being the victim. I was done with a lot of things, really. Like vampire demons and witches and angels and violence and lust and blood. Yup, I was done with all that stuff. Needless to say, Priest Hylander picked a very bad time to kidnap me. (Not that any time is a good time to kidnap me, really. I can get pretty feisty. Even mean!)
But he hurt me again. And this is what caused me to do what I did. I couldn’t help it. I cracked wide open and crazy stuff came spilling out. And now I can’t seem to find the lid that went flying when my can of whoop-butt got opened up.
The cool part about it all is that I found the true meaning of beauty, the true meaning of love, and it came in the form of a demon’s tear when he wept for me.
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