Flashbacks of his beatings entered her mind
All the pain she felt came back
She remembered the suffering she had to endure as a child
"Papa, how could you that to me?"
She asked the lifeless body in front of her
The body of a man in a pool of blood
blood is still flowing from the fresh wound
She gripped the heart she took from the body
"See, papa?"
She lifted her hand holding the heart
"I love you so much, papa, that I'm going to keep your heart."
She looked at her image at the broken mirror beside her
She's covered in bruises, cuts, and blood
The same blood in which the dead man is in..
"Papa, do you like what I've become?"
She walked to the body and kneeled beside it
She then raised her other hand
The hand holding the bloodied knife
She carved a smile on the man's face
"You must be very proud, papa."
