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Entry 3

We have three people in the basement right now. Dad left the house last night and brought them here. He broke a lot of their bones already. I hate these people. I'm going to stay and watch them die. I asked daddy to keep them here for a while so we could torture them.

I don't care about being prosecuted for my actions. In the back of my mind, lately, before I came to see my dad I've wanted these people dead.

My ex-boyfriend, who I dated for 5 years and who cheated on me for 4, has what looks like a ripped ear, a very broken arm, and shattered knee caps.

My sister, who married my ex-boyfriend after he and I broke up, has every perfect finger mashed, jaw dislocated, half a bandaged arm, and a foot in her lap.

Finally, there's my mother, who never thought more of me than a stupid child that has always been set up to fail, which I assume to be because I'm just like my father. She is holding the forearm and hand of my sister. Dad told me he cracked most of her ribs. I saw her only foot twisted the opposite direction.

All of these horrible people have been gagged and tied down to rusty chairs. Dad and I seem to be doing a justice to the world. It's as if we were bounty hunters.

These next few years are going to be fun.

BH