He calls me his little doll. His favorite toy. His one true obsession. For months, I’ve been unable to shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I assumed it was the police, tracking my illegal dealings in those dark New York alleys. But it wasn’t a cop. It was someone far, far worse. He dresses me as he pleases. Forces me to perform for him and the other devilish inhabitants of this godforsaken island. Whatever he demands, I give. Hoping that if I’m a good girl, maybe, just maybe this man I’ve come to know as Daddy will find it in his heart to return me home. But with every passing day, I become less and less convinced that he even has a heart… unless you count the one I have reluctantly placed in his hands.