I was in the back yard playing with my toy plane. It was a nice plane. I loved the tiny army men. They were made of plastic yet real to me. They were on a mission to save the world. I maneuvered them through the mud and stones in the driveway.
Suddenly a tank pulled up. A General stepped out. He stood tall like an oak tree. I imagined medals all over his chest. He was my father. I was proud of him. I was so happy with my life until the day he hurt me.
He took me to the shed. I thought we were getting a jar for bugs. He poked holes in the lid for me. His face turned a fiery red. He seemed angry with me. I tried to bolt out the door, but he grabbed me by the wrist. He put his pocket knife up to my trembling throat. I gulped. His dead eyes were glaring into me as my flesh turned cold like a tombstone.
"Take off your clothes!" He shouted into my tiny ear.
"But Daddy I haven't made a poopy," I responded.
"Do as your told!" He roared.
I cried and refused. He cut my clothes off of me. I felt the blade slice through my overalls. I was so terrified. I bit my quivering lip as tears rolled from my eyes. He bent me over. I thought I was going to be spanked. I hadn't done anything wrong. I didn't know why this was happening. I was so confused. The spanking was so painful that blood spewed down my legs. I felt like I was pooping in reverse. My bowls were full of flames. I felt like my insides were ablaze. I gritted my teeth. I focused on a vase of flowers in the shed. Those flowers kept me alive.
Every few days he did this to me. I eventually grew to enjoy it. I wasn't allowed to tell my mom. She was a girl. Girls are icky. Dad said she had cooties. He told me it was our secret army missions. I believed him. He was the General after all.
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Pedokiller
Misteri / ThrillerA woman who is molested as a child decides to kill pedofiles and rapists for revenge. She may be the last hope for a perverse society.
