Dollars, euros, pounds, yen... Bottle caps. The type of favors I request from her requires a different kind of currency. Currency that pays for a chance at freedom. And since I can't take her blood, her tears, or her pain, I'm going to take the rest. I desire her soul, body, and lust... but I don't make her pay with traditional money. I don't make her give me coins. I make her give me what I know she fears most--herself. 365 bottle caps equivalent to a full year of servitude, and then she's free.
If you like obsessive, powerful, extremely hot men, you'll love Gabriel Hart. He's deliciously fucked up and he comes with his own dark demons. But there's a heart deep down, beneath all that rubble and angst.
