You call Jillian and Hannah, your step-mother and step-sister, over to your mansion. Your mansion, that your father left you. He left them nothing, and now they're desperate. Your offer is simple. They can live in the mansion, use the cars, even have an allowance. The price was very simple. "You'll be my playthings," you say. Hannah looks pale, and Jillian glares. "Playthings? What the fuck does that mean, playthings?"