Hansel 1

My name is not Gretel. It's Leah. Im not the dish-washer. Or the kitchen girl. Im not one of Mothers pets - at least not anymore. Im not a storybook girl no one sees. Because my author changed my story at the last minute. Now you have no idea who I am, or what my story is. Only one part is still true: I find him. Hes minethe one called Hansel. Ive still come here to claim him. Im Hansel, and I was a crazy womans toy. Its taken years, but Ive finally forgotten everything that happened at The House. Including Leah. Okay, that's not true. I live for sex with girls who look like Leah. I remember her. I need her. She was mine.