My mouth felt dry.

My head ached.

My reason for living was down to zero.

I just wanted to die—

My head was shoved into a bowl of cold water, then pulled back up.

My wide eyes stared at my shocked reflection.

“Dad!”

“I believe you feel much better now,” he said.

I glared at him, my chest rising and falling fast.

He stared at me warily, then pursed his lips.

“I'll take my leave then.”

I glared at his retreating frame till he went out of sight.

“Fucking asshole,” I muttered, heading to the bathroom.

……….

Two hours later, I strolled down the stairs dressed in a black corset...