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My brother and I were kidnapped at eight & six years old. KEN: For eleven years, we’d been locked away. Forced to endure abuse, molestation, and torment that made us wish we were never born. Pax and Verna, two other victims, suffered the same fate. It was one thing to be molested myself. It was another seeing them experience it and not be able to help them. When we finally escaped, I thought that our hell and pain were over. I was wrong. The years that followed did nothing but feed my anger and make me more protective of my family, Verna becoming the love of my life and my strongest ...

It was always her. Verna Firefly Dodd. She was the one woman in the world who understood me. It didn’t matter that I was born mute; I never needed to talk around her. She was beautiful and full of optimism, and she loved me too, but she shouldn't have. It made her vulnerable. I made her weak. I knew it, and yet I allowed myself to fall in love with her, for more reasons than I could count… But she wasn’t mine to love. She was my brother’s: his wife and his Firefly. I’d learned to shove it down; after all, what could I say? I was voiceless. My inability to talk had made me an easy ...

VIXEN: “How angry are you, Vixen?” Those are the words Whiskey would speak to me before he hate-fucked me when we started all this. I was abused, but he had it worse—missing-kid-on-the-side-of-a-milk-carton worse. We’re both broken, and he’s scared he’s gonna hurt me, but we’re good for each other. I know we are. We can help each other get better. WHISKEY: Vixen’s become my entire life, but she can’t even save me when things get too dark. That whole love-fucking thing she taught me is slipping away, too. We’re heading into Hate-fuck Hell. I don’t want to hurt her. But ...