About Lost Petal: My name is Petal. That’s all I know. He says it’s all I need to know. I don’t know who I am or why I’m here. All I know is that I’m his. His prisoner, his toy, his piece of art – an empty canvas. Body and mind. With every hit, every touch, every word uttered in the dark, he paints me just the way he wants – always leaving me wanting more. Pain meets pleasure with fiery kisses as he molds me into the person he says I’m supposed to be. But who is that person? And who was I before him? Every stroke of his hand brings me closer to the truth. But when the daunting veil of mystery is finally lifted, it only gives rise to more questions – and more dark secrets between us.
About Fallen Petal: He’s not the only person I should be afraid of. Someone wants me to enjoy this twisted ordeal. I’m supposed to have faith in him. To feel safe. To grow. To blossom. But how can I trust this voice from the past? How can I trust him when he denies answers to all of my questions? Why does he hurt me like this? And why does it feel so unbelievably good when he does? I’m addicted to his touch, and scared of the sinister mystery between us. Nothing will change if I don’t grasp at the shred of power he’s willing to relinquish. An advantage was given to me—and I better make good use of it.