His Vengeance, My Deliverance

dress was ripped, my body was a canvas of bruises and cuts, and the

a pa

. I thought it would be a waiting p

was the final

notice was slapped on my apartment door. When I tried to call my art school, they

ruin me in his world.

s like a constant assault. They took pictures of me sleeping on a

nel broadcasting my misery directly to his office.

a homeless shelter, but Julian' s reach extended even there

s," he said, before snatching m

wo thugs found me in an all

f them sneered. They beat me until I couldn' t move, l

ashing over me. I thought I would die. I almost welcom

e suit, holding an umbrella, looking down at me with a

s here. Bar

ant, through the phone. There was a pause, a

there? She has

would die and pop back up at the engagement party for his tenth, fina

o me," Julia

s empty except for a single, stark wooden chair and a cold concrete floor. He had

stood over me, his face a mask of cold fury. He thought he was finally breaking my will,

dea I had a

ime. The pain was a constant companion. T

day, his assistant