Why her? She is an interesting case to say the least. Not particularly one to grow fond over, nor even enjoy the pleasures of in the simplest forms. Yet I chose her. My own daughter. She was alone, a curious girl. Perhaps her curiosity was the intrigue. She was lost, alone, nothing. In my own benevolence she has blossomed. She has been reformed within my own image. At first I regretted not selling the girl off. Her body was not broken, she was more than capable, yet I kept her for my own. Not for my own inner desires and lustful intentions, no. The sins of the body were not meant to befall this creature. She is my own. A monster formed from my other desires, an unexplainable longing. Yes. She is my daughter as I have made her what she is today, so I shall continue. None other has come before her, she is the first. The first of my own kind. And she has become all I could hope for.