The Butterfly's Freedom
Language: en
I was born with Epidermolysis Bullosa, my skin as fragile as a butterfly's wings. After my family went bankrupt, I asked my billionaire husband for a loan. Lucas Sterling took me to a tattoo parlor, raising an eyebrow at me. "One million dollars for one tattoo. How much do you want to borrow?" I knew this was his revenge, that I shouldn't touch his canary. But I nodded anyway. The first succubus tattoo landed on my private parts; I bit my tongue until it bled. The second tattoo, the word "Harder" on my lower back, bled profusely. By the time ten tattoos were done, a systemic…