I am a plaything that Aron picked up. Even my name was chosen by him. "Thea" From the day he brought me home, he told me. "Thea, you are mine, never even think about leaving me." I was raised in his house, ostensibly an adopted daughter of the Davis, but in reality, I was a plaything in Aron's hands. He could do whatever he wanted with me... I thought that as long as I endured... when I grew up, one day I would be able to leave him. But on my eighteenth birthday, Aron burst into my room. He tore at my clothes like a beast, biting my skin. He told me:"Thea, you are mine, don't think about leaving me... obey..." That night I screamed until my voice was hoarse, cried until my tears ran dry, and made up my mind to leave him once and for all! Aron is a demon that devours my very bones and blood; I cannot stay by his side!