With Visions of Red (Broken Bonds, #1)

by Trisha Wolfe

Our pain becomes like a festering scab, and though it hurts to continuously scrape it open, the compulsion to do so is overwhelming. One second of pleasure when we tear the wound wide and then our guilt eats us alive. But, oh—for that brief moment the relief is divine.

Without obsession, we may be free. Peace could have a chance. But what would life be without obsession? Hollow vessels, bored and impotent.