Amara
He took me.
Kept me as his own-- his plaything, his woman to toy with and torture whenever he felt like it.
I've been trapped within these four walls for over a year. The slowest most agonizing year of my life.
I begged for him to kill me, yet he wouldn't. You know why? Because he had too much fun with me. That's what he said. It's what he always said-- how much he enjoyed it all.
There came a point when I thought it would never end . . . but it did.

Dante
My cousin Eduardo pulled her from the clutches of a monster. I don't call him that lightly. In our business we've seen many who are animals in suits. However, this man . . . he is among the most vile.
I knew the moment she walked through my father's estate how she fancied my cousin. He even mentioned to me how she flirted with him a couple times before she was taken.
I knew the woman had been through hell, and yet I didn't care.
I saw the spark in her eye when she looked at my cousin, and I hated him for it.
A mere glance, and I craved her more than any drug.
She doesn't know it, but she will be mine.