Slowly his saccharine lips caress mine, tingles running up my spine as he continues to rid me of my clothing. The second my damp knickers touch the floor, his hot tongue delves into my wetness, cries of pleasure echoing throughout the bedroom as he continues to feast on my flesh. Yes, I’m nothing but a broken vessel—a tool no longer usable which is just waiting to be tossed in the dumpster. Hopeless and wounded by the blade of life, I decided to keep to myself and likewise my little sister. The world is too cruel, or so I’d thought until I met Christopher Layne, a man who gave me hope and genuine love and for the first time a merry blessed Christmas. All characters depicted within this book are 18 years or older.