I went through the seven stages of hell when I fell in love with Damien Valentine.The man was as addicting as he was menacing, and there was a part of me that knew I was better than him, the same part that knew I was better because of him. He waltzed into my life when I least expected it and fueled desires, brimming deep beneath the surface.He loved to torment me, and the pleasure I got out of Damien's sick desires left me engorged on my own growing devotion for him. He was the master I never knew I needed, and the only savior I had from the skeletons threatening to destroy me. When he disappeared without a trace, he left me lost, lonely, and searching for answers. Life simply was not worth living if Damien wasn't there to tell me how to live it, and now that he was gone, I was in a new kind of hell, one that I wished I never knew existed. Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, SlothHe made me feel them all while I was in his possession, a subservient slave to the monster who controlled my every desire. Yes, I fell in love with a monster.But when your only cardinal sin is falling for the man who kidnapped you; Hell seems like a picnic compared to living without him.