I was a journalist, I had a life, friends, and then all of that was taken from me.No, not taken, stolen.The Brethren found out about my exposé. They realised I was getting too close to their nasty little secrets - and so they made sure I disappeared.Except, they didn’t just grant me the mercy of a shallow grave. Oh no, instead they handed me over to Magnus Blake, practically gift-wrapped me for him.And he’s got plans for me. Big plans.He says I’m his new pet project. He says he’s going to break me, torture me, use me in every disgusting way he can think of.There’s no escaping him. I know he’s too powerful to beat.But as the days draw out, as the nights get colder, I can feel something worse taking hold of me. I can feel how my body responds, how my emotions are twisting.I don’t want to want him.I don’t want to crave him.But the darkness is eating away at my sanity....And in the end, it doesn’t matter what I feel anyway; my life belongs to him. Every breath belongs to him.WHAT TO DUAL POVPitch black triggersCaptor / preyForced sharingStockholm syndromeHFN
