Because Ryker never let me down. And I never wanted to feel anything but the pain this man caused me.
He never looked at me like I was fucked-up for needing something darker, something more tainted.
And this man? He’d do whatever he could to make me happy.
His only morals concerned me. The rest of the world was at his beck and call.
He was a serial killer—a murderer.
And me? I was his all-too-willing victim. Because I wanted his destruction. I wanted his pain.
I needed him to destroy me.