—This is my gift to you, Damir. In honor of our deal. “I don’t need other people’s bedding,” the melodic voice of an unknown man makes everything inside shrink with fear. “But she’s not a litter,” answers the first. - Still a girl. Untouched. The stranger's eyes light up with an unkind predatory gleam. “If you raise her yourself, she will be silk,” my old master continues. - I know you have your own methods. I was given to someone I had never met. She only knew his terribly bad reputation, which followed him on his heels like a dark train. "Executioner". That's what everyone calls him. Dangerous. Cruel. Ruthless. A demon in human form. He will take my body... and my soul too. Contains obscene language.