My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.
Emma Wilson had built an empire on the unshakeable foundation of her own desirability. She was a goddess, and every man was a willing worshipper. But one person challenged her, Noah her fat, ugly, worthless son, the boy she cast aside
Rebecca is caught by the Brazilian police attempting to smuggle drugs. She is forced to strip naked, bound and forced to perform sexual perversions at the hands of her captors. Her ass, pussy and mouth are all raped.
"And a very nice and generous brother you are, too," she said advancing towards me. "And the only way I can thank you properly is to make it nice for you. Just put it between here."