The Daughter, C.B. Cooper [ink book reader TXT] 📗

was having a hard time keeping it straight, and her movements were jerky, like her limbs didn’t want to bend. Almost like her body was being ran by an invisible puppet master. She looked unreal. She looked dead.
Frank tried to cry out, struggling against the ropes that held him, his heart threatening to explode in his chest. The closer she got, the further he tried to scoot away from her.
"What's the matter?" she frowned, "I thought you liked to play with little girls."
Franks eyes bulged as he tried to scream around the rag in his mouth.
"Sorry about the gag, but we cant let anyone hear you scream. We wouldn’t want Ed to run up here with that gun of his. That would ruin all of my fun."
Slowly, jerkily, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled him.
Frank bucked wildly, trying to throw her off, but she strong. Much stronger than a mere child.
She brought her right hand up, a shiny set of silver shears clenched in her small fist. She worked the handles, snapping the scissors open and closed in front of his face.
"So, you like to play with little girls, huh?" she smiled. "What is it you like to do with them?" She gasped in delight, "I know! You like to touch them, don’t you?"
Leaning across him, she worked one of the blades between the fingers of his clenched fist.
Frank screamed behind the gag, swinging his head from side to side, as she worked the blades, sawing and cutting, until she worked her way all the way through his index finger, cutting it off.
Picking the bloody appendage up off of the bed where it had fallen, she wiggled it in from of his face. "Oops, I guess you wont be touching them with this anymore," and she tossed it onto the floor.
Frank was crying now, the cords in his neck flexed tight, sweat pouring down his face.
She tilted her head, "What else do you like to do with little girls? Hmmm, I know! You like to look at them."
Frank shook his head, his eyes bulging as he mumbled behind the rag.
"What is that you say? You don’t like to look at them?"
Frantically, he tried to tell her that she was right, but she scowled at him, "Your lying." she accused, her voice hard. "You do like to look at them. But we can fix that too."
On the bed Frank went wild, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to buck her off again, but she held tight and grabbed his forehead with one hand to hold his head fast, and used her thumb from the same hand to pry open his eyelid. She worked the sharp points of the scissors into his eye and slipped them underneath and behind his eyeball. With a small snip, the eyeball as dislodged from the socket and it rolled down his cheek, onto his pillow."
"There." she smiled, "That takes care of that."
Blood poured from his empty eye socket and soaked the pillow beside his head. He fought the urge to vomit, and thought for a moment that he was going to pass out from the pain, but, unfortunately for him— he didn’t.
She leaned down until their faces were inches apart.
"Shhh," she cooed, "Can you hear that?
Past the beating of his heart, his labored breathing, and the storm that raged outside, Frank heard a new sound in the room. It was the sound that wood makes as it burns. A snapping and crackling sound— and then he seen it. Black smoke rising up around the bed.
"There's a special spot reserved just for you… in Hell."
Beyond her face, orange flames shot up, licking towards the ceiling.
"Their here," she whispered. "And their waiting for you, Frank. They've always been waiting for you."
The flames seemed to come alive, dancing and flickering to and fro, as a thousand chattering, wailing voices filled the room.
Satisfied with the terror in his eyes, she sat up. "Now, what is it that you like to make little girls do?"
With his one good eye, Frank watched her smile, her black eyes glittering with pleasure. "I know!" she sang like a child playing a game, clapping her hands. She slid down his body, explosing his flaccid penis. "You like to make little girls suck your dick, don’t you, Frank."
The entire bed was surrounded by flames now, but that wasn’t what terrified Frank the most. What terrified him the most, was when she smiled down at him again.
Frank screamed, his whole body going into shocked spasms.
Her teeth were razor sharp.
"Is that what you want? You want me to suck your dick, just like you made poor Molly do last night? If I'm remembering correctly, you slapped her when she gagged. Well, you wont have to worry about that with me—" She ran her tongue along the sharp edges of her teeth. "I don’t gag," she purred.
Her faced changed, her features hardening, as she growled,—"I swallow…"

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Publication Date: 06-22-2011

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