by T. M. Sanders (Author)

I always knew there was something wrong with me. Something just a little bit off; not quite right.

I have this... addiction that started when I was younger and I stumbled across my mother's back massager. That wonderful, magical tool became my new best friend. Until that need stopped being satisfied.

It's uncontrollable, untamed, and completely unstoppable. So I stopped trying to fight it and learned to embrace it.

I was perfectly happy with my lonely little life of destruction until three men showed up and showed me a whole new world.

But this isn't a fairy-tale and there is no flying carpet.

My mother always told me I was going to hell. Turns out, she was right.

They're not even human; they say I'm not either.

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