Mirabella's Pov

Darkness is still paramount, and yet, I am awake—wide eyed awake.

The calendar says Wednesday, the time reads 5am, the birds sing a beautiful morning song, and my heart sings a bloody song.

Torture is my forte.

I say I have no heart, and yet, when I’m tasked with the duty to torture offenders, I feel that dead organ of mine palpitating ridiculously.

I love the thrill, and the mess.

It’s a convoluted joke, comical to think that I was not even born this way, hell ...