Kya Caruthers would be the shiny new toy I took home to play with. My brothers and I were raised in a world of lust and greed. Men had the power and women obeyed. We took them, trained them, and sold them. Everybody had a price, and those that didn’t could be beaten into submission. Women were my job. A way to earn a very lucrative living. On any given night, I had my pick of slaves. Why would I want to keep one for myself. And then I met her. My life was spent in the shadows, hiding from everything. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. The birthmark covering half my torso was a constant reminder of how flawed and disappointing I was. Being invisible was better than being seen. But he saw me. The devil in a pretty mask found me and showed me that the monsters under my bed, weren’t the ones I should be afraid off.