Episode 1
Tracy's POV
She held my hand, leaned in close, and whispered into my ear:
"Just try it this once. I promise you'll enjoy every bit of it…"
"Aunt Mira, what are you talking about?" I said, pulling back, confused and shaken.
"Please—I can't do that."
She scoffed. "You bloody slut."
Before I could even react, she yanked my hair and shoved me toward the bed stand.
"Aunt Mira, stop! What are you doing?" I panicked, my voice cracking.
"What do you think you are?" she sneered. "Just a fool. A fool whose parents were willing to sell her for money."
I froze.
"Don't you want to help pay off your father's gambling debt?" she asked. "I can help you, dear. All you have to do is ease this little burden down here." Her hand slid suggestively toward her lower half.
"I'll give you the money. Just do it. Not like you have any other option."
My stomach turned.
All the respect I had left for Mira shattered right there.
I stopped crying. I stood up straighter and stared at her face—not because I was brave, but because I was done pretending she had power over me.
"You disgust me," I said coldly. "I gave you too much respect. Now I see the fool you truly are."
Her eyes widened. "How dare you!" she screamed. "You wretched daughter of a gambler! How dare you speak to me like that?!"
She raised her hand to slap me—
But I caught it.
My grip was firm. Her eyes flickered with fear.
"Don't forget," I whispered, twisting her arm just slightly, "that gambler is your brother."
I dropped her hand and turned to leave. But then something caught my eye.
I paused, walked to her vanity, and grabbed a bottle of glue.
By the time she realized what I was doing, I'd already emptied it into her silky blonde hair.
"What the hell?! Wait—what did you just pour in my hair?"
Her hand flew to her scalp. "No—NO! That's not glue! Please tell me that's not glue!"
"AHHHHH! What did you do?!"
I smiled darkly.
"That's for pulling my hair."
Then I pressed her arm to the floor with my foot.
"And this is for shoving me."
And finally—
I slapped her. Once. Twice.
"And those," I said calmly, "are for calling me a bitch."
I stood tall.
"FUCK YOU, BBY!" I said, flipping her off as I stormed out of the apartment.
Her screams echoed behind me long after I'd walked away.
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Oops—sorry.
I forgot to introduce myself.
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I'm Tracy. And that was just the beginning.