Lady in Dew

"Hate is a weak word compared to the act of revenge. His eyes, his nose, his mouth, his steps, his face, his ears, his throat, each single muscle, cell, organism, nerve, tissue, gland and vessel, she hated, hated, hated, hated. Though in the midst of her rage laid woe, unspoken, unpronounced, for the unrecognizable twist of a single blade, the unaware move of one wrist had made her from shackleled orphan, a poor little girl, into a malicious beast undeserving of pity, undeserving of shed tears."

Bound, blindfolded, and brutally violated, Jane is stripped of everything but her will to live. Her desperate escape from a secluded cabin, a frigid, barefoot sprint through the dark woods, is a race against time and a descent into the rawest form of human instinct. When her captor corners her again, Jane stops running. She doesn't wait for the sirens to save her; she seizes the opportunity and transforms into the monster necessary for her own salvation.