Papa's Deadly Love

I'd always envisioned the devil, demons, and princes of darkness as redheaded, ugly beasts. But mine was a handsome gentleman. My introduction to the darkness was far more... refined.

Mama had taken it upon herself to educate me on the intricacies of pleasing papa. I was schooled in the "dos and don'ts" of papa's delicate ego, and I had made it my mission to master each and every one of them. I was determined to be the perfect daughter, to earn his approval, his affection. But, no matter how hard I tried, I always seemed to fall short. His expectations were a moving target, and I was forever chasing an unattainable dream.

But, nothing could have prepared me for the bombshell that was to come. Papa's birthday gift to me on my thirteenth birthday was a revelation that shook the very foundations of my existence. It was a moment that forever altered my perception of the world, of my family, and of myself. The memories of that fateful day still linger, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of our seemingly idyllic "Christian" family.