Death showed up and wanted to set me free. Give me a chance at a normal life. But I have a black spot on my soul. And his idea of normal is not for me. What I want is a daddy. A dark daddy whose soul is blacker than mine. Whose touch is my center of gravity. I need him before my master comes for me. I’m not ready to be free. But I refuse to die in the cage designed for me. She's a bird with clipped wings. A liability I don’t need. She’s a manipulative little baggage who cries so sweetly when she begs and calls me daddy. And I’m addicted to her tears. It’s a mistake to keep her. I need to get rid of her. My brother will come for her. But it’s too late. She’s mine now. Anyone coming for her, will have to make it through me.