I would recognize my stepdaughter anywhere,
even blindfolded and on her knees,
ready to do whatever I ask of her.
It’s been a year since I saw her last,
and she’s just as perfect as she was back then.
She has no idea who I am,
or the sick, twisted things I want to do to her.
I could tell her it's me…
Or I can let her find out the hard way…