"You can't get away with killing us!!" The declaration echoed through the dimly lit room, met with unexpected amusement from the blood-drinking demon. He chuckled, a sinister sound that reverberated off the walls as if he'd heard the funniest joke in eons. "Relax, children," the demon drawled with a sickly sweet tone. "I have no intention of killing any of you. My plans are far grander. From this moment forward, the world you've known will cease to exist. You are to become the servants of others for the greater good." A heavy silence fell over the room. Cami scanned the faces of her friends, noting their expressions of confusion and terror. Some girls wept openly, while others struggled futilely against the burly men who held them down. Unable to suppress her rising dread, Cami's voice trembled as she broke the silence. "W-what are you t-talking about?" The demon's eyes glittered with a malevolent delight as he leaned closer, his grin widening. "Darling, you're about to become an immortal slave." For Cami Santiago, summer break was supposed to be a time of carefree fun with friends. But their idyllic escape turns into a nightmare when they discover that the stranger who followed them to their remote cabin harbors a diabolical plan. Faced with the terror of human trafficking, Cami and her friends are thrust into a world far more sinister than they imagined. The true horror reveals itself as they learn that their fate is not merely in the hands of wicked individuals, but ancient Gods and Goddesses who run a cruel selection process. Only the "best" are spared in this macabre game of survival, and Cami finds herself deemed a prime candidate for the gods' twisted entertainment. As she and her friends grapple with their grim reality, Cami must navigate a treacherous path where the divine and monstrous intertwine, and her fight for freedom becomes a desperate struggle against ancient forces. Amazing cover by @leichter

"...You're going to hate how much you love it." He told me. He whispered. And he made me foolishly forget my own name every time he touched me. But he was right. I hated how much I loved it. *** Dark, bruised, broken. Our words. Dark bruised and broken. Our souls. But she was still incandescent. Just like the first time I saw her, those vast and fervent eyes took me by surprise. Because in them... In them I realized a reflection of my own soul. She became my weakness; she became the chink in my armor. My undoing. She asked me, "Why do you put up with me?" I answered nothing. Perhaps I should've said the truth. Perhaps I should've told her that she was the light in my life. She was the fire... And I had been cold my whole life. ***