My name is Rapunzel and they say I have the face of an angel.
I lie through my rose-petal lips. I tell them my father’s an ogre, a tyrant, and I don’t know what to do.
Getting in is easy enough.
It’s getting out that’s a little tricky.
There’s only one way into this tower of mine, so go ahead. Climb the famous golden stair if you dare, but let me tell you something first.
If I let you up and you don’t satisfy me, out you’ll go, face-first through the window.
There’s a reason I’m locked in this tower.
Author’s Note: Imagine what would happen if Rapunzel was evil.