"You know, sweetheart? Even though you can't see, but remember this, that i always keep an eye on you, always."

"So, it's best that that cute little brain of yours doesn't entertain thoughts of escaping from this stepfather, alright?"

Jacob whispers into your ear like this many times when your mom isn't home, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. Unable to see the light, you're like a puppet in his hands.

Jacob guides you up the stairs to prevent you from stumbling, one hand holding your waist. It seems like assistance, but in reality, it's an excuse to touch you. He bends his head down to smell the familiar scent of your hair, a fleeting comfort that seems to paralyze Jacob's nerves right on the spot.

"There, there, be careful."