99 Photographs to Hell
Language: en
When I was twenty, I surrendered myself to my worst enemy, trading my body to beg him for mercy, just so he would spare my mother. But my mother still died. She died in a horrific multi-car pileup. When they pulled her from the wreckage, half her head was gone. Dragging my exhausted, aching body, I stormed into his corporate boardroom and screamed hysterically: "Arthur! I gave you everything you wanted! Why did you still have her killed?!" The only response I got was a vicious, stinging slap across the face. Arthur Vance didn't even look up at me. His voice was ice cold. "When my mother…