Moving from New York to London was supposed to be a fresh start, but it feels anything but that for me. I was shy and timid, nothing like my parents. I found myself stuck in the shadows of my powerful family. Not that I was complaining too much, I prefer the comfort of books over people. By the end of my first week in London, I catch myself captured by the cold gaze of Damon Carsons, and suddenly I'm entranced. Damon sees me as just another toy in his game of life. He plays and toys with me like I'm a rag doll. He says he's going t ruin me. But I'm not going to let him catch me.