She Sheds Her Skin for Wicked Men

Our clan worships the Spider Goddess. To keep this face, every girl in our bloodline must sacrifice a truly evil man every ten years. Just two weeks before my twentieth birthday, my mom asked me again over the phone: "Sweetie, is it really that hard to find a sufficiently bad guy in a place like Ashfield?" Right now, I’m looking at my boyfriend, who just handcuffed me to a bed. He’s laughing, negotiating a price with a buyer, thinking I’m tonight’s merchandise. I think to myself— *Mom, I can answer your question now. This guy’s wickedness easily rivals your husband's—my father.*