Evan Morrow is a true monster.
The worst man I have ever met.
He is sadistic, insensitive, domineering and lethal.
And he runs his mob with an iron fist.
I was his next victim. Scared to death.
He already had the chains on his wrists.
The necklace on his neck. And no hope.
It was the end of my life. Kidnapped. Slave.
And then I saw his black leather shoes.
I brought it from him to measure. His broad shoulders.
And his eyes ice cold, devouring me.
He barked at the men from him and they released me.
They put me in his car.
They took me to his mansion.
And they locked me in a room.
A cage with silk sheets.
Morrow appeared the next day.
He gave me two options. No more.
He could leave, get my life back, and forget everything.
Or I could stay. There. With the.
Morrow was a monster without a conscience.
And he saw in me his last chance.
The only one capable of redeeming him.
I chose to stay.
