As a childhood sexual assault survivor, I can definitely say seeing the inner thoughts of such a character can be quite jarring. It reminds me of how many years I spent wondering at how such awful people justify the things they do. A good reminder that: some don’t feel the need to justify them at all. You were never more than a prop, a play thing. You don’t justify yourself to objects.

The story became quite the page turner, I was left wondering what the hell she was going to do, say or think next to the very end. I have to applaud the author in their audacity in pulling something like this off. It’s unflinching, unashamed, and absolutely sick, in keeping with the truth of the character.