The Enslaved Duet

It was the biggest day of my life. I know most people say that about something joyous--a graduation, a wedding ceremony, the birth of their first child. My situation was a little different. Sure, it was my 18th birthday, but it was also the day that I was sold. Sold to a man with hair like a crown of gold and eyes blacker than the darkest pits of Hell.

It was the worst day of my life. I know most people say that about something obviously horrific—a first heartbreak, a fatal illness, or the funeral of a loved one—but my situation was a little different. Not only was it my wedding day, but it was also the day I chose to die. Two men. The first, my master, my impossible love. The other, his brother, a mafioso I was meant to ruin. I had to make a choice. End my old life as I knew it and start fresh, or take down the monsters that hunted me and haunted my master. In the end, the decision was never really mine to make.