On the night I met Damian Di Santo, he warned me that monsters don’t hide in the dark. That instead they stand in the light and look you straight in the eye so you can see them. See the evil in their eyes.
I knew then that he was one of those monsters.
That was the night the countdown began.
Marked by dead roses and sharp thorns, eight years passed each bringing me closer to becoming his. Until the eve of my eighteenth birthday when he returned to claim me.
To begin our unholy union.