My parents, who doted on their daughter to an extreme degree, were also part of my mission.
Because family bonds ran deep, it was not hard to win them over. As long as their affection for me hit 90 points or more, I’d consider it a success.
The first few years were smooth sailing. I was always sweet and obedient, and since my parents had always wanted a daughter, they showered me with love. However, something happened after that completely shattered their affection for me.
It was a weekend during my freshman year of high school. Cindy came home that evening, bruised and battered, hiding in her room, refusing to eat or drink. After a lot of pressure from my parents, she finally admitted what happened.
She claimed I had passed her a note and told her to meet me at a backstreet movie theater after school. Once there, she was assaulted by three men.
Cindy showed off the purple bruises covering her body. Without a word, my parents grabbed sticks and began beating me senseless. After ne
