She was looking pretty dead- her hands and feet ballooned; her skin cracked; her lips were perpetually blue. I notice the marks he left on her collarbones, hips, the underside of her jaw. I see the bruises that smile so brightly on her light very pale skin, and she lets them be seen as if she is very proud of each and everyone. He's claimed her and shes let him. The truth is cold, hard, and ruthless.All Rights Reserved