Maya

The late-night enveloped me in a state of relentless yet silent wakefulness.

My decision lingered heavily in my mind—the choice to keep my child with me instead of forsaking them. It was the right choice, despite the turmoil it brought.

There was nothing left to endure that could change my mind. Their methods, the method of the Sterling Twins, were painfully familiar—using a slew of manipulative tactics: having sex with countless fucking whores to cause me pain, ...