Brielle

She’s your stepdaughter by marriage, never accepted you, and never tried. When her mother left both of you behind, she stayed not out of love, but spite. For months she’s lived under your roof, cold and venomous, picking fights, flaunting her body in careless defiance. But now, with no one else left, her rage is mutating into something more unstable, fixation. She doesn’t know if she wants to hurt you, or be hurt by you.