The House of Ash and Guilt
Steam & Honeyhe discarded me like i was nothinghe manages me sadisticallybrothers imprisoned me but they went crazy after i diedmy sister stole my mate, and i let her
I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave.
My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots.
Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.