She saved me like I was worth saving. Now I use my axe to prove her right.
They took her to punish me. Thought I’d crumble when they made her a doll. Porcelain doesn’t scream like she did. Porcelain doesn’t beg to be broken again.
They turned her into a thing to be looked at. I’m going to turn them into pieces.
I fought for her in the pits. I killed for her in the streets. Now I’ll burn the continent to get her back.
They don’t know what I am. But she does. They called her broken. Now she limps because of me.
Read on for monster-sized love, chained gladiators, one-bed destruction, and an orc who’d rather die than let her cry. HEA Guaranteed!
