She was their sweetness. They were her monsters.
Humans only have one role on my world, to feed the monsters that crave us.
I am bred only to be sold off to the highest bidder,
On my eighteenth birthday I am put on an auction block.
It is there that I await my death.
The monsters who buy me are a triad of identical triplets,
With horns and tails, and skin as dark as the night.
I go to my death only to find a reason to live,
There is light in the dark.
But only when my monsters stand by my side,
And grace my bed.