Malevolent Sinners

I don’t care if my stocking is filled with coal. I’d gladly stay on the naughty list. Oh, Santa. They may dress like you, fill my bedroom with little treats, and make all my secret Christmas wishes come true, but I have one last request... Help me uncover who the three masked men are. The ones that chase me through my office, stalk me like I’m their prey, and make me hum with pleasure.

Cupid, they named their MC club after you, Broken Cupid Brotherhood and their last name is Valentine. They have shot me with more than an arrow to the heart. I don’t want forgiveness Cupid, I’m a Malevolent Sinner and I’m good with that.

Forgive me, Father… for I’ve sinned, and the Dollhouse has carved those sins into me. I don’t know who they are beneath the masks—or why they locked me inside their perfect little nightmare—but they hunted me, cornered me, pushed me past every boundary I thought I had. Fear was supposed to break me. Instead, they taught me to crave the darkness I should have run from. I need absolution, Father. I need to escape. Because if I don’t get out soon, I can’t take down the Cosa Nostra’s don. I swear I’ll try to be a good girl and forget what the Dollhouse awakened in me.