99 Photographs to Hell

Summary

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.