They used and abused me, they degraded and humiliated me. Only I was so much more than that because fate had plans for us. They stole my name, my identity… my life. She shone a light on our pitch black souls.Īnd what do monsters do when they stare at their reflection? We took her name, her identity… her life. WARNING: This is a dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance for adult readers, and contains graphic sex scenes and violence. The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright. We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined. The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath. With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls. They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick.Ī payment for a debt. This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…? I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women. I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest.
Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath. Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts.ĭo as they say and you’ll survive this place.
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