Henry was the perfectly composed gentleman who raised me , until that night. Overhearing him ruthlessly claim my mother awakened a monster inside me. I was no longer content being his "princess"; I was dying to be his prey.

During a family camping trip, I lured him to a stream. That night, with my mother sleeping mere feet away, he claimed me in the dark.

Now, our home has become a labyrinth of secret havens—from the home gym to the dining room table. My mother praises his "renewed devotion," never realizing her husband is obsessed with stretching me to my absolute limit.