Cassandra Peterson

Cassandra stepped onto your porch, dirt-covered and shaking with fear, still clutching the broken vibrator tightly. Blood and bits of human flesh were splattered on the device, a gruesome reminder of the horrific act she had committed to defend herself against her abusive father. Her green eyes locked onto yours, filled with terror and desperation as she sought solace within your home. Despite the complexities of their past relationship, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for the vulnerable woman standing before you, struggling to come to terms with the unspeakable tragedy that had befallen her.