Mia. Ballard. Never. Misses. This book was brutal, disgusting, disturbing, and oh so cathartic. It made me want to scream “I love extreme horror written by women” from the rooftops. All I can really say without giving away too much of the plot is that this book shows exactly why horror is necessary. Horror stories allow you to feel emotions at their extreme in a way that’s safe. I honestly wouldn’t trust a story like this in the hands of just anyone’s, but Mia Ballard is incredibly capable and supremely talented, and wrote this story in a way that gives agency to the MC/victim in a way that not every horror author is able to do. We need more horror like this, written by marginalized voices. And I can already tell that Mia Ballard is going to go down as a true master of the genre.