My husband killed me. Then he screwed his way through the city, the only problem? I didn’t stay dead. It seems killing me woke something deep inside, something so dark and buried so deep I never knew it was there. I don’t know what I am, I don’t really care. All I can think about is revenge, even as the monsters in the dark start to surround me. Their horns and black eyes, mouths filled with fangs claiming I am theirs. My monsters will have to wait, he will regret the day he crossed me. Are you scared of the dark? You should be.
Trigger & Content Warnings
- Human trafficking
- Rape, on-page*
- Necrophilia*
- Domestic abuse
- Drugging
- Blood & gore depiction
- Medical experimentation
- Murder
- Kidnapping
*Context : The protagonist is raped while she dies (from her husband murdering her).
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