Many young she-wolves have dreamed of meeting their mate, the one who would sweep them off their feet, at least that was what they were told.

Sapphire Nightborne once dreamed of the same thing until she met hers, a true monster.

Instead of marks of love, he left whip marks , words of love were replaced with those of hate. 

"Congratulations Damien, you finally broke me."

Join her as she struggles to be the master of her own fate.

Smoke and Mirrors

<p>The room was silent as my blood dripped from the various cuts and lacerations on my body. My tanned skin was almost invisible due to the new red dress that adorned my figure. My hair was so matted with my blood that my once big dark curls now hung limply, in bunches, straight framing my face. I was exhausted, I may not have shown my pain, but the torture had taken its toll on my body. My body felt the burden of getting cut open for a long period of time, healing each and every time only to be cut open once again. My refusal to sleep did not help my situation with my body at all. I hung limply from the restraints, using them to support my weight, unable to tell if the pain in my arms was from the shackles or the other numerous lacerations.</p>

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