Serpentine

My mother was cursed because she was raped.
It wasn’t her fault for being beautiful, but what if we were given this curse to protect us?

The sentences on your skin are spoken to you by your true mate.
That's how it works here.
You can't get rid of them or change them, and that's… just fine.

But why have I got six?

In our town, people come from one of two worlds; ours or theirs.

Ours? Normal suburban streets, nice houses and trimmed rose bushes.
Theirs? Rip-roaring motorcycles, uncontrolled gunfire, strippers and anarchy.

What happens when two worlds collide?
There's seven explosions at once.

In a town full of vastly different people, not everyone is as they seem.

I look like an innocent flower, but I’m the fucking serpent under it.