Marcus Bull. Unremarkable. Unhinged. Un…stoppable?
He made my daughter’s life, my life, a living hell and got away with it. Broke the rules and stayed smug, hiding behind his tiny tribe, like he was untouchable. I hate him with a passion. It’s the only emotion I have left. Hatred.
And while the police said they could do nothing, I realised that I could do something. Because they taught me, indirectly, how to exact my vengeance.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Make that woman a mother and hell shall look like a pilot light, against a mother’s inferno. And a mother who no longer has her child? A woman with nothing to lose?
Satan would bow to her.