Cascade — Pamela Ann

Like the sands of time, it shifts, it's mercurial … unpredictable.

I grew up stern, detached, like a person looking through glass, observing. But everything had come to the forefront, and nothing could ever prepare me for what the next chapter entailed.

I could no longer be the observer but would become the one being observed.

He ceaselessly watched, clutching me like a disease. His poison gradually possessed me until I was fully submerged under his twisted spell.

The dark side of love -- his perverse love.

I was out for blood. Anyone would do.