Sizwe, with his undeniable charm and good looks, lay in the pool of his blood - breathless. The scar on his left cheek is the only indication of the once-notorious lover Mzansi has ever seen. How many girls did he violate? The police would never know. The scar was a souvenir from his first victim. He spent hours looking at it, admiring it, years after the incident. He got an erection every time he touched it. His scar - his mark. Sizwe wabantwana. The screams were his drug. First, he thought that was all he needed - just another terrified scream to get his high. But that's not how drugs work. He would start with the screams; spanking, strangling, raping, burning, cutting… Why stop if you could get more? He never stopped. Not until she stopped him.