I\'m not the hero in this story, girl.
And life becomes much more complicated..
Until he returns.
He claims me for one night then leaves and never looks back.
He wants me for reasons I don\'t understand.
The only man more ruthless than my owner.
Elder Prest, the only man to look at me and see me.
Until he arrives.
I can\'t.
I suffer in silence, I crave freedom, but I never break.
Stolen and sold, I\'ve been decorated in bruises since the day my world changed two years ago.
Now, I\'m a man\'s property.
Once upon a time, I was an eighteen year old psychology student.
You\'d do best to remember that.
I\'m not the hero in this story, girl