She fell from heaven, straight into my personal hell.
When I found her that day, lying at the bottom of a cliff, she was just a woman in desperate need of my help.
Then she became a mystery to solve. A puzzle of secrets and lies and superstitions, all wrapped up in a sweet, far-too-trusting package.
But now… now she’s become my obsession. Her innocence calls to me, despite her broken body and shattered mind.
I want to claim her, own her, take her for my own, even if my tortured conscience screams that I should leave her be.
She says she was promised to the devil, an untouched bride trained for his pleasure. And I think that devil might just be me.
