Wayne Simmes

Last time, the monsters had claws. This time, they wear suits. They hold gavels, titles, and contracts written in blood. Sarah thought she'd escaped the forest-the teeth, the talons, the hunger that hunted in silence. But the real monsters didn't hide. They ruled. They bought girls like cattle and called it business. Now she's done running. She's done begging. The auction is over. And Sarah is the one coming to collect.