I survived. A part of me died.
I won. A part of me is lost forever.
I am done. It will never be over.
I am free. Maybe that's just what I think...

He made me into this... thing... He brought me to this world to play. I had to play to survive. He loved the game. He made up the game, wrote all the rules by himself. I had to... I had to learn them from scratch. I learned. By learning the rules, I learned the game too and I learned him too. I learned how to beat him. Did I? 

I am what I am.
His project?
What do you call a project that did not quite go the way the creator intended?
A failure? The Frankenstein's Monster?
No, I don't think that's me. 
I am the Father's daughter, the one that does not fail.
I am not the result of his mischiefs.
I am what I am.
I won the right to not be his product.


Yes. He beat me up. Repeadetly. But this is not a torture story. Yes. There was sexual abuse. But again, this is not a child rape story either. This is the story of our game. He loved the game. I did too, eventually. So, this is the story of our love. 


Rules... Know the rules... Never forget, never slip up, never let him see you...