Shh, baby. Don't worry about a thing.
I stand over him, watching
him sleep, his chest rising
and falling with every breath.
Mmmmm..your so beautiful.
He continues to sleep,
snoring,
unaware of my presence.
I've been wanting to do this for a long time.
He looks peaceful
in his slumber. Like nothing
could harm him.
Don't struggle.
I softly
trace my fingers
along his jaw line.
Oh baby...mmmm..
I wonder how this sleeping
man before me could be the same
one from my nightmares.
I love you...so much..
Slowly, I climb on top
of him, straddling
his hips.
Your so beautiful..Let me do this..
I raise my hands
over my head and
squeeze the hilt of the knife.
Do you enjoy it as much as I do?
Head tilted,
I open my mouth
and say,
"Daddy, wake up."
His eyes flutter
open and at first he
smiles.
Mmmm..I want to hear you scream my name..
Then he notices
what's in my hands
and he stiffens.
Why can't you love me like I love you?
He opens is mouth to speak,
but already I have plunged
the knife in his stomach.
Mmm..I want you so bad..
He lets out a strangled cry
as I twist the knife
deeper.
Remember...Daddy loves you...
It isn't until he stops struggling,
stops breathing that the
voice in my mind disappears.
