[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: jamminsykie She was a cutter, finding joy only in the blood that would flow freely from her wrists, he was a cutter…except he hid it underneath the devilish smirk he held for the women he was about to bed. How do these two coincide? One becomes the sanity for the next…but for whom? Warning…some blood and darkness, along with sprinkles of angst and lemons.