Starving Butterfly

They took my daughter, thinking I would shatter.
They were mistaken.

Violence raised me.
Groomed me to obey.
Trained me to endure.

I am done letting men decide what happens to my body, my child, or my future.

Scott is gone.
Dustin pulled the trigger.
Cole won’t meet my eyes.

They called it protection.
I call it control.

These men were divided long before they ever stood beside me. Now they’ll choose — loyalty or blood.

I will not beg.
I will not cry.
I will not ask for permission.

If the world wants war —
I will create one.

Pain was only the beginning.
Death is only temporary.

But this time —
We choose who survives.

Author’s Note: Starving Butterfly is a pitch black/horror steamy why choose romance, with detailed graphic content that may be disturbing for some readers.