Because of Kian

I pushed my boyfriend to violence, a violence he couldn't control. Sickly, I almost liked it. So I pushed him more. Before long, the pain outweighed the pleasure and the loss I sustained shattered me. So I ran. I'm now a bit shell-shocked harboring a lot of guilt. My boyfriend is now my ex and wants revenge. He wants me to pay for turning him into the monster he's become. And I still have a deviant yearning that I don't understand. My own monster inside... my own demon to battle.

I can't get close to anyone. I can't give in and scratch that itch. I can't wreck someone else.

And now there is Kian... my rescuer on a dark, painful night. He sees through my pretense. He tries to pull me from my frightened isolation, to keep me from becoming a victim. He forces me to face my warped desires and shows me that pain doesn't really have to truly hurt.

He wants to show me a way to serenity. But I am afraid... Will I ruin a good man?

***** Mature Content, Abuse, Sexual Situations, Adult Situations, Strong Language *****