To recognize captivity, you have to know you’ve been captured.

I didn’t.

The first time he snuck into my bed, I was only seven.

I had a knife.

Father shouldn’t have craved me as he did, so I sunk the blade into him…

I was a child of many demons, all of whom they had created.

No one missed the child that disappeared from sight because they knew where I was—where I’d been hidden away—for when they wanted the girl with no hands.

To understand you’ve been freed, you have to learn what freedom even is.

Could I learn?

This is a dark story that I wish I hadn’t lived, but had I not, I never would have known the Angel of Death.

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the grl wthout hand