Lunar Witch

No man would ever own me again. A simple promise I’d made to myself after escaping a brutal childhood of abuse and being trained to enact violence on unblessed witches. Since that moment, I had managed to survive on the streets by successfully pickpocketing. Unfortunately, after years of hiding, the monster who starred in all of my nightmares was closer than ever and I was faced with only one option - seeking refuge at the Dark Imaginarium Academy. Filled with the elite witches of our society, I should have expected to run into some of my previous targets and that normally wouldn’t have been a problem. It wasn’t like they’d known I’d stolen from them. Except for my last hit. What I stole from him was something I would never forget because it was literally embedded in my chest. Yeah, he was a bit upset about that one... as in acting absolutely psychotic. Except he's not the only one... A blood witch who has an addiction to my taste. A lunar witch who takes pleasure in trying to scare me into submission. An unblessed that wants to dissect me, literally. A shadow witch that relishes in marking up my body to show ownership. These men want to claim me, own me, and the treasure that I now possess, but I would never break the promise I made to myself. But when my past follows me right into the place I considered a safe haven, I find that these psychos may be the exact key to getting rid of my problem forever. The only problem? These men are convinced that I've never experienced the type of horror that would be required for that to happen, that they have to protect me from it. What they don’t realize? Killing left a stain on the soul and mine was pitch black.