Uncle Mason's Obedient Toy

I was eight years old when Mason Lockwood adopted me.

He told me that as long as I remained obedient, I would be the happiest girl in New York.

At eighteen, I obeyed him. He crooked his finger, and I climbed into his bed.

At twenty, I saw another woman in his room. He told me that as long as I stayed obedient, I would always be his favorite.

At twenty-three, he arranged a business marriage for me.

He said he had been waiting for this moment for years.

I realized this would be the last time