I used sex in an attempt to forget. In an attempt to numb the pain. Because in those few minutes of pleasure, I could disconnect from everything. From the reminders of everything I had lost. Everything I've experienced. Everything I saw before my eyes was death. I slept with a man I can't get out of my head. It was supposed to be one-time sex without attachments or obligations. No names, no exchange of phone numbers. And for me it was wonderful... until I began to lie awake at night, dreaming of the caresses of this man. Wanting and craving to feel his touch again. But one day my fantasies - to see this man - became too all-consuming a nightmare reality. Suddenly he appeared in my house with this smug grin, silently promising a lot. And what was the reason for his appearance? His father was going to marry my mother. And soon we will become a family. Every day I go through the seven circles of hell. Just his look consumes my soul and makes me ask for more. He wants me and is determined to have me. I am his obsession and have simply become a slave to his mad passion... the games he loves to play. In games where he knows he can bend me to his will. But that's not the only problem. That's not the only reason I'm living in my own hell. A year before I met my future half-brother, Hunter... I made a decision that would ultimately completely destroy my soul... I lost my virginity to Hunter's father .

Warning. Contains scenes of moral and physical violence. People sensitive to such scenes are advised to read with caution.