Chapter 3

My brother is a pervert who lusts after me.

The first time I realized this was probably when I graduated high school.

That day I was watching TV in the living room, my feet propped up on the coffee table, painted toenails swaying gently.

My brother sat down next to me and said: "Aria, your feet must be cold."

His fingers twitched a couple times before landing on my feet, massaging them.

His touch was just right, very soothing. I dozed off.

But half-asleep, I opened my eyes to see my brother's usually cold expression twisted with desire.

And my foot was pressed against his...

My heart pounded wildly. An indescribable feeling welled up inside me.

I felt so ashamed.

I wanted to cry.

No wonder my brother never let me date anyone.

No wonder my underwear would mysteriously appear in his bedroom.

No wonder he was always finding excuses to get close to my body.

All those strange signs from before suddenly became clear.

But I'm trapped in this house, with no way to escape.