For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...
Cool silver presses into the mans throat, and I slide the blade across his neck with ease. Easily tearing through the flesh of his neck, and staining my blades with crimson liquid. Blood, a substance that two years ago would've made me gag and cry, surrounds the bedroom, not even slightly fazing me. The mission was co...