Vantablack

I was born in blood. Molded by silence. You don't survive what I did without becoming something else.

They say monsters are made.
They're right.
I was twelve when I found my mother's body-shattered, gutted, gone.
Thirteen when I was torn apart by the hands of men my father sold me to.
By fourteen, I stopped crying.
By fifteen, I stopped feeling.
Now? I feel nothing but control.

I've learned to wear softness like silk, charm like perfume.
People fall in love with what they think I am.
And by the time they realize who I really am-it's already over.

This story isn't for sympathy.
It isn't for forgiveness.
It's just the truth.
Cold. Beautiful. Unapologetic.
Like me.

My name is Lilith Nyx.
And this is how a girl becomes the darkness.