Married to the Devil of Chicago
Lucifer isn't in hell. He's right here on earth, in my bedroom, wearing a three-piece suit and luring me into the deepest parts of hell.
He told me I was his when he took my virginity, and I didn't believe him until he stole me away from my own wedding and tied me to him for eternity.
There is no escape from my psychopathic husband, not when my body is a slave to his dark touch. There is only one option: to destroy him before he possesses more than just my body.