I wanted to die. I've had some pretty sad times in my life, but I don't think there was ever a day I really wanted to end my life. But with Nolan's sadistic laughter still echoing in my head, I thought about it. I was considering the possibility that continuing to live under these circumstances would be far more painful than dying by my own hand. I was sure that no one would miss me. Nolan would probably be ecstatic to be rid of me. Some mates, like my father, were broken and devastated by the loss of their other half. Some went insane, and some simply gave up and died. But I was quite sure that the bond between Nolan and I was so weak and insignificant that he would do no more than dance on my grave before he found someone else to screw. Just the fact that Nolan would be pleased
