prologue

I've never been one for sob stories, which is why I hated what I used to be. Oh poor Cait, tortured by someone she thought she loved. Oh poor Cait, her soul got ripped out.

No more poor Cait. That little drama queen is dead. The only one here is me. And I'm enjoying what I've become. I'm no longer weak, or scared. I feed on that now.

I'm no longer a puppet.

I'm in Control.

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DISCLAIMER:

SEXUAL THEMES
LANGUAGE
NUDITY
TORTURE
LOTS OF BLOOD

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