Brutal Winter

I’ve always hated winter. This year when it comes, I’ll belong to them.
When you sign your soul over to the devil, there are no take backs.
I knew the terms of the contract when I signed it.
For one year, my life isn’t mine.
For one year I am to obey, to be seen not heard.
For one year I’m theirs, mind, body, and soul.
The bodyguard. The fixer. The maniac. The boss.
Four men on a path to ruin me.
I may be theirs for a year, but the damage they plan on doing to me will last a lifetime. That’s if I even survive, because between the family and their enemies, the odds of me even making it past the end of winter are low.