Part

Prologue

There was no war that allowed the supernatural to take over. No bloody battles, no scattered corpses. It happened in an instant, and the humans didn't even attempt to resist. I think that's what angers me the most. Not that humans have close to no power in this world, that we're seen as dirt; objects, even. That humans didn't even try. What a waste. I've spent many nights thinking about why it angers me, and I still haven't found an answer. It's been 8 years and I haven't found one. Maybe I wanted something to call my own, something to care after. Or maybe I wanted to be owned by something bigger and more important than myself. My parents were terrified when the supernatural came, they hid and urged me to join them. I was only 12 at the time but I knew that I didn't want to hide, to cower, to live in fear. I risk my life every day as I walk from my small apartment to work. I risk the danger of being taken or being killed. But my life as is bores me so much that I wouldn't even mind. 

A little voice in my head reminds me, "Be careful what you wish for".

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I hope you all enjoy! I've written on Wattpad before under a different account, but this story will be a bit more *ahem* steamy. I'm a kinky fucker, what can I say? 

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*Jiinkx