Imagine you are a trophy wife, the most beautiful babe on the block. You marry a rich widower and move in with him and his pretty daughter. As the daughter grows up, you notice your husbands sick eye wandering towards her young flesh.
Maybe you're just trying to remove temptation. Maybe poison is the gentlest way to go.
Maybe if fucking woodsmen would actually do their job, you wouldn't have to take things into your own hands.
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