Excerpt: NaNoSmut (Working Title)

I couldn't go back - not after that feeling of power. I couldn't go back to one of the helpless ones. So what if I was a tool, to be used toward his end?

It's better to be the axe than firewood. Better the knife than the meal.

That moment may define everything that came after, though I didn't know it at the time. Never before had I found a goal I would give everything for, but I had one now. I was tired of being helpless and pointless. And I would do anything - be anything - to keep from going back.