I grew up with an alcoholic father and a narcissistic mother. The only positive thing in my family life was my twin brother who was my best friend. Life was great. I had a good job and a seemingly mediocre boyfriend. Until he decided to try to beat me to death in a drunken fit of rage for having dinner with my brother. Thankfully, I got to him first. I learned at that moment I liked the thrill of the kill. But only to those who deserved it. And boy were there a couple men who deserved it.