She belongs as one in bouquets of red roses, and still she stands out, the kind you'll be wanting to pick, but like other roses she has thorns, and to own her comes along with getting pricked. A black canvas he is, tainted with darkness, he never thought a rose could paint colours in his blank soul. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- You must be warned that this has matured contents, violence and sexual acts. BDSM's and more, if you are sensitive about these things I suggest you might want to leave and not read this book. If you're still reading, please continue for your own risk ;)