She doesn't belong to you. She belongs with me.

TIDES TURN
>SANDS SHIFT
>One woman, many facets. One sacrifice may be one too many.

Excerpt:
The others don't understand pain. They don't get what it can be, what it can do. With the lash of a whip, I tear through the memories we five share and the darkest memories I keep to myself. I merge the feel of a new mark with ones I've worn in our past. I amplify the pain with the memories, adding fire to the fever of every sexual encounter, even the most vanilla.
It's how we survived, how I thrived.