 She was born to be his, his mother's indiscretion resulting in his beloved sister. It was the only reason why he hadn't made his mother suffer, his interest in her demise waning as he became absorbed in his little one. She was a gift for him, the only one who understood his bleak soul. He was without regrets, without morals, and knew her soul as he did his own. She was grasping, longing to be tethered, to be owned, and he would fulfill her as no one else would. No one else could.