Day after day, as Rhys grew up, his rage simmered just beneath the surface, expertly concealed from the world. In public, he mastered the art of calm, but when nobody was watching, he became a specter haunting those who dared to approach her. His retribution was calculated, clever enough that no one suspected the true nature of his wrath.
With each turn of the page, I began to comprehend the insidious way he manipulated the situation to bring Sylvia closer to him, making her completely dependent on him, and pulling her into his web of control. It was a twisted kind of intimacy that seemed to satisfy his insatiable desires, fueling his need to possess her completely.
