My mom recently ran off and got married and went on a honeymoon, and she ordered me to get a job with my now stepbrother. His name is Blud Voznesensky. Like, befriend him. Like, establish contact. But who would have known that this trained beast is not at all who he claims to be! He hates women with red hair; he’s rude, unscrupulous—and he turned my entire life upside down. In the first second of our meeting, he offered to buy me. Not stopping him were my 18 years, my innocence, his fiancée, or even my red hair, or… the fact of who we are to each other, actually. Even my own adoptive father is afraid of him—what can be said about me?
This dark passion swallowed me completely, and I nearly died at the hands of my own mother, who held a cold pistol barrel right at my temple.
The book contains profanity.