Description
The young lady was covered almost entirely with blue and black marks as if she was a living checkerboard. Her beautiful honey, brown, skin was barely recognizable with the many deep slashes that outlined her body. Most looked to be months old, but none of them compared to the hatred she had bottled up within her. Her many regrets outweighed her triumphs and every scar had a story. All the pain, memories, and stress both good and bad created her fucked up past, but the one who inflicted the most pain was her supposed lover. She was stripped, beaten,drugged, and sold. Over and over, day after day, it was an endless cycle she couldn't escape from ... or so she thought.
Prologue
