In the underground dungeon of the Albard mansion, they kept a beast. No chain could tame it. No beating could break it. It snarled at every hand that fed it - every hand but hers. Seli. The youngest daughter of the Albard family would descend the stone steps alone, lantern trembling in her grasp. And the creature that ripped flesh from bone would lower its head. Its tail would thud once. Twice. Waiting. For her. In the dark, it watched her through the bars. Counted her breaths. Memorized the sound of her heartbeat. It did not understand mercy. It did not understand kindness. But it understood that she belonged to it. Each day it grew larger. Stronger. The shackles that once cut into its flesh began to groan under the strain. Iron bent. Stone cracked. Its hunger sharpened - not for freedom. For her. And when the chains finally snap, when the dungeon doors splinter and the mansion trembles... Seli does not run. She reaches out her hand to the monster that has been waiting only for her. And the beast, drooling and trembling, bows its head - not in submission... But in claim.

Hell-- "a place where nothing shines...yet everything burns." What happens when darkness meets light, when innocence meets sinfulness, and when two opposite worlds collide? A disturbingly scary and mysterious rainy night changes the course of a girl's life forever....but will it be for the better or worse? Warning! This story contains some mature themes including kidnapping, torture, pain, violence, horror, supernatural, coarse language and some elements of BDSM which could be triggering to some people. (All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author) (This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental)