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Alderney State Penitentiary,

Dear Amethyst,

You’re determined to know my history. In exchange, I want to know yours.

Yes, I moved in with my biological father, who already had a wife and three sons. I was the same age as the youngest, and my father thought it was a good idea to enroll me in their school.

It was a disaster. My father was always away on business, leaving me with my resentful stepfamily. I had more in common with the housekeeper’s daughters, whom I later discovered were also his illegitimate children.

I didn’t kill my stepmother and brothers because they filled each day with torment and humiliation. They were petty, hateful, and spiteful, but it was easy to understand the source of their anger.

They couldn’t punish my father for burdening them with a changeling, so they made me the scapegoat.

The trial attorney painted a picture of me as a jealous interloper, lashing out because I was denied their life of luxury, but that’s nowhere close to the truth. I adored the simple life I had with my mother .

I’m sorry to hear about the accident. What happened to the drivers, and do you still have problems with your memory?

Xero

P.S. You naughty girl. I forbid you from using a common dildo when I can commission you a mold of my cock.