Child-like Explorations

Part I of III

Her black hair, stained fire engine red,
luke-warm blood pouring from her neck
like an erupting hydrant on a hot Summer day.

She 'd been lying, lifeless, Christ less for three hours.

Her slowly ascending soul was angered at the fact it
couldn't tell anyone of the occurrence, disturbance
to her body, violation to her flesh,
the humiliation of being gullible, knowing she
could have prevented the situation, could she?

Her white Power Puff Girl panties, torn from the
back by his brutal entry, simply cut to the chase;
only lasted minutes and seconds. His entry,
unprotected, so even if she survived the attack
she would have been raped by all the pass along
victims as well. Tortured for days, exposed to a
Hell unimaginable because "he" was her father.

A child, his child, a lamb for the slaughter,
surprisingly still trusting of her role model
even after he had withdrawn himself.
Death had not needed to be the answer to the
question she posed before he decided to kill,
"Daddy, do you also treat mommy this way?"

Her display of curiosity was possibly the first thing
pushing him over the edge, his curiosity was the
second thing pushing him deeper inside her,
only stopping to wipe blood from her anus; he
didn't wish to be reminded of the sin, plus he
had on his favorite pair of trousers.

The interaction lasted a few hours, he had to please
himself at least three times before he slit her throat...