The following week was a countdown. I moved through the house like a ghost, playing my parts with a precision that would have made a professional actress proud. I was the fragile victim for Silas, the obedient pet for Lucas, and the perfect daughter for my mother.
But inside, I was a predator waiting for the gap in the fence.
The opportunity came on a Friday. Cassie was attending a weekend retreat, and Silas had a late-night gala to attend. Lucas, thinking he had me completely broken, had invited me to his room for a "celebration" of his total victory over me.
"Come here, pet," Lucas had whispered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I want to see you crawl."
But before I went to his room, I did something else. I slipped into the library, opened my laptop, and typed in the credentials
