JASHER

SEVENTEEN YEARS AGO.

I was twenty one. A little too young for what was about to happen, but no spoilers.

Back then, I still had my name. Michael Jasher. I had a fiancee, a brother and a niece I loved as if she were my own kid.

Life was good. Simple. Fun.

Fuck, I miss my brother even after what he did.

Disgusting.

Anyway, I was visiting him- Shane- just like I did every week. Sammy had work so it was just me. Usually I'd come over and say hi to my sister-in-law, play a couple rounds of trivia with Shane.

That day...

Shit was different

Shane was nervous. Couldn't see his wife anywhere. No trivia. Shane wanted me to fix his computer (he managed to fuck it up somehow).

So, I'm running a diagnostic on his system when his wife gets home.

"SHAAAAAANE!"

I always hated her. Too damn loud. Too pushy.

That's besides the story, though.

So, Shane leaves and the diagnostic comes up with some Trojan file in one of his folders.

A folder named after his daughter.

"Caitlyn."

The file had one of those long ass names pictures always have.

I was curious. Open up folder. Full of pictures with no thumbnails.

Looking back on it, I knew what I was going to see.

Fucking sick cunt.

I opened the first picture.

There she was. Caitlyn. She was crying. Her long silver-blonde hair fanned out everywhere. She was covered in bruises and little nicks.

Completely fucking naked.

With a dick in one end.

Fucking sick cunt. I wiped his hard drive right there. Shit like that didn't need to exist.

Probably should have called the cops.

Fuck that.

I stormed the fuck outside and saw Caitlyn swinging on the little set outside. I could see a bruise on her neck.

Shane's wife drove off right as I came out, which worked fine for me.

My foot shot out hard, kicked Shane's legs out from under him. I punched as hard as I could on the back of his neck.

He collapsed.

Turned him over, he was still awake.

I started punching his fucking face and I didn't stop until the cops pulled me away from the red paste on the ground.