She called herself Spirit, because she seemed to be drifting aimlessly in life. She agreed to marry Davie on a lark on a wild night in Las Vegas, but she certainly didn't take it any more seriously than he. Davie was fun, and good in bed, when sober, but he was a drunken wastrel living off his wealthy parents. She delighted in his family's horror at being introduced to her in her goth clothes, heavy makeup and jaded attitude, for life was all dull and dark and she was fascinated only by pain and death. When she moved into the family mansion, however, she found herself under the eye of Davie's father, a hard, cold man with little tolerance for her attitude. At first taunting and teasing him, she finds herself helplessly drawn to his harsh response, both verbal and physical, and even more by the savage sex which then ensues. He treated her like an animal, and she reveled in her own abuse. But then he began to train her.