There is only Daddy and Bluebell, and sometimes the Delano Manor. I was once a sweet girl, shrouded with innocence and gullibility. It’s how Daddy got to me, imprinted my soul with his possessiveness, and choked me with his obsessive tendencies. I wasn’t scared then, and I’m not scared now. I think he saw something in me before or after knowing that I’m not afraid of him. Today, I’m not the sweet girl with fading innocence and skeptical naïveté. I have changed; I like the violence and the tickle in the back of my throat for blood. One man, unfortunately, became the object of my irritation. I blame Daddy for the change. WARNING: This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Unhealthy Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, and Graphic Violence.