The Sinful are my captors.
But are they also my protectors?
And I can't get them out of my head…
Or the things they want to do with me.
My past is dragged to the surface…
But it's a past I don't know.
Someone else's memories invade me.
The answers lie in the half-truths Arkyn whispers.
I'll take care of you, Arkyn whispers as he kisses me.
I want to lose myself in them...
But fate it seems has other ideas.