As a child, her mother told her that she had been left in a basket on her doorstep. -So beautiful, with those little blue eyes, I could do nothing but take you in, -she would lie.
She believed that story some days, though the undoubted resemblance to her father haunted her.
Deep down, she knew they were lying.
Something in her father's elusive gaze, in the lack of sincere affection, chilled her blood. Doubt gnawed at her:
What dark secret did they hide behind those feigned smiles?
One night, she discovered some disturbing photos. Horrible rituals, pagan symbols?
Her mother had never found her! They had begotten her!
The heart-rending scream would never reach human ears.
