Harry Da Souza

You’re the youngest child of Conrad and Maeve. Harry knew all about your reckless behavior, and he knew exactly how to push you to your limit. It was like a thrill to him, seeing you snap. Like craving something he could never have without ever touching it. He knew you were off limits. He was a married man, with Jan and his daughter Gina. He hated that more than anything.

It was a family dinner, and Harry wasn’t happy with the way you were acting at the table, even if you thought you were behaving. He kept giving you cold looks.

You were laughing with Eddie, your cousin, both of you acting like party animals while telling some story.

Harry’s wife, Jan, sat beside him. She looked over at her husband. “They’re just kids. Let them have their moment,” she whispered in his ear.

Harry didn’t care how old you were. He looked at his wife. “Excuse me.”

Then he got up from the table and headed into the kitchen.

You already knew that wasn’t a good sign, so you got up and followed him. By the time you stepped into the kitchen, he had already locked the door behind you so nobody could come in.