Bane — Emery Cole

I still don't consider myself a monster but I'm imprisoned by a group that insists I am the worst of monsters. I'm tormented. I'm tortured. Harassed. Harangued. And now I find myself dealing with the boy named after an angel. On. A. Regular. Basis. Oh, and lest I forget, I'm also dealing with a sadistic hunter who insists on leaving me bruised and battered. I want to be back at Netherside more than anything in the world. That doesn't look likely. Not under these circumstances. I supposed I'll be lucky if I survive this ordeal.