Description
His cruel smile threatened to consume her very last shread of hope. He was a monster, a predator hiding in plain sight, a psychopath who walked amongst them without anyone knowing his true nature. He had a shallow smile and deep piercing eyes with an evil mind. His soul was as barren as the desert. His mind was a tangled knot of sharp, poisonous thoughts, writhing in his dark and twisted soul like a maddened serpent. He reveled in his own brutality, taking pleasure in the pain and sufferings of others. Beneath his cold, unfeeling facade, a volcano of anger boiled and frothed with violent intent. His heart was a bleak and desolate wasteland, without an ounce of compassion or empathy. He was killing her in a way she couldn't describe. His very existence was more than enough to leave her soul trembling in terror. He had become more cruel, more psychotic. She questioned her fate. What wrong had she done for having a life like this? Was it wrong for loving him? Or was it wrong for trusting him? He had crushed her very last hope by trapping her in his dark web and she was prevented from escaping from his grasp. And that's when she understood, she was trapped in a facade with a psychotic monster.
Prologue
