Saved: Deviant Saviors Series
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Some would call them Monsters,
Cowering at their words.
Some would fear for their life at the sight of them,
Slitting their own throats.
Four deadly men.
Four dark hearts.
but
They're human, too.
Her soul was broken.
It was beaten to a pulp and locked away for no one to see.
The things she's had to endure.
The man who broke her, searching for her everyday.
She won't ever be the same.
But that's okay.
Four deadly men.
Four dark Hearts.
Some would call them monsters,
Atticus, though, she would call them her saviors.
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