What they see is the polished, non-threatening, good guy that I want them to see. It helps distract them from the darkness within me. No one can know that I have a sick mind like my dad, the infamous monster from the Red Manor Cult.
Except, unlike him, I suppress my urge to dominate, hurt, and control.
Every day, I tell myself that I'm not my father; that I'm a better man.
But after Jolene began working for me, my control is slipping. It feels like there's a wolf inside me, stirring, growling, and pushing to get to Jolene. The fantasies of the disturbing things the wolf wants to do to her, haunts me.
I can't allow the wolf to get control over me... or Jolene!
