"Are you going to behave, or must I force you to?" His lips caressed the shell of my ear. As much as I tried to ignore it, I was fatally attracted to that darkness in some sense - until the day he showed me its true cruelty.

"Don't think for a second you can fuck with my head, little bird. Even if you were pregnant, I'd have you get rid of that child." The words shattered what remained of my foolish heart.

I hated him. I hated every cell in his body.

Yet when I finally escaped, the ruthless mobster told me: "You haunt me, Ptichka. I want you to want me back."