Before him, Winter Cohen had everything - family, freedom and a future. She had dreams and aspirations of being an artist. To have her own gallery, to be a name people remember. Then he came along, taking everything. Roman Cross is a monster. A cold, calculated and cruel Drug Lord seeking revenge. He mauls, murders and maims her entire family and leaving only her. People would say that he was merciful but a merciful man wouldn't steal her away, lock her up and force her to stay as her his perfect little toy. There's no escaping him that much is clear. But the longer Winter stays under his command, she feels his darkness chipping away at her sanity; warping her reality. That's what it must be right? Her reality warped. It could only explain the twisted emotions in her heart every time he touches her.