Fairy tales don't bleed. This one does. Sinners Island isn't on any map. It has no laws, no mercy and no way out. I woke up there in chains, dangling from the rafters, with three men in red apple masks who already hated me for something I didn't do. They said I lied. Said I owed them everything. So they took it. Every. Single. Thing. The problem? I stopped wanting them to stop. Three masked men. Two years of misdirected rage. One princess who was never going to beg for forgiveness she didn't owe. And a darkness so addictive I stopped looking for a way out. Mirror mirror on the wall. The fairest of them all didn't wait to be saved. She made them beg for forgiveness instead.