The Hand that Feeds

My life was on the rails. Heading in the right direction down the tracks as I raced toward my future as a registered nurse. Until I stepped foot inside Mercy Asylum and met Neo Wade, prolific serial killer, and patient on the floor for the criminally insane. I was a good girl. One with integrity and morals. Before him. His mouth said, “Crawl to me.” And I did. And the woman who got up off her knees hasn’t been the same since. Neo Wade has become the catalyst for the change in my psyche. The alteration in my cells. And there’s no going back. For once your bathed in the blood of the damned, you become the damned.