Living with my stepfather changed completely after my mother's death. Two years ago, I moved into this house when my mother remarried, but soon after, she was hospitalized and eventually passed away. During that time, I was consumed by caregiving, and my stepfather was there to support me. Unable to reciprocate his feelings, I found myself trapped in a relationship that bound my body. Those ropes controlled me, capturing my heart as well. My stepfather demands my body daily. I know this relationship is wrong, but I can't stop anymore.