"Bless me daddy, for I have sinned."

Geoff Vasily was a sick bastard. He was depraved. 

I knew something was off about him the moment I saw his slicked golden hair and stony gray eyes. 

I used to live a cheap, albeit independent life supporting myself and my mother, despite my eighteen years of existence. 

The day he walked into the cafè, I knew the Devil had just walked into our lives. I told her not to take the card, but she didn't listen. 

Now, he doesn't even look at my mother. He's fixated on me. 

My stepfather. My doom.

Warning : This book is an age-gap, taboo romance, with dubious consent. If anyone is sensitive to this, I advise you not to read it.

Twisted Confessions

After Geoff used and discarded me like I was some whore, I did what I always did. What I was best at. Picking myself up. 


I threw on the discarded T-shirt and went to my room to wipe out any trace of Geoff from my body. I didn't regret what I did. Like all the other bad experiences in my life, it taught me a lesson. A valuable one at that. 


This time, I wore some pants. I didn't like wearing them at night, but I would have to bear with it. 


I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. The leggings were scratchy on my legs and I hated that I had to wear them. 


Sleep eventually came, but it didn't last long. I was up at 4 a.m. The difficulties of insomnia. I didn't want to take pills either, not that I ever visited a doctor for that. 


Chapter 16