As beautiful as a rose. The apple of my eye. As sweet as cherry pie. Daddy's little girl.
Darcy grew up in a nice house. With a nice loving family. In a nice normal neighborhood. And daddy loved her. Daddy loved her very much.
In fact his love for her was so strong that when she was at the tender age of twelve they began playing special "games" that she was forbidden to tell mommy.
These games went on for years. Her grades dropped. She lost friends. She got into trouble. Big trouble. Trouble that landed her in jail. But she was out the next day because of daddy's money and his love for her.
Finally on her last birthday is when daddy played his last game. When he was spent and sleeping beside her she pulled out from under her pillow the knife he had given her last Christmas.
Straddling him and waking him up with sweet nothings she relished in his terror when she carved out his heart. She swooned in the sounds of his screams. She laughed as he begged for his life.
With his still beating heart in her hand she drove the knife into it and blacked out.
She awoke the next morning not in her bed but on an unknown street. Her night clothes stained with blood she began to wander towards a place called The Red Dragon Inn.
What was this place? Why was she here? And why did she still have the knife?
Ah, well. No need to fret upon it. At least she was away from her nightmare of a world. Things were finally beginning to look up for our murderous redhead.
Darcy grew up in a nice house. With a nice loving family. In a nice normal neighborhood. And daddy loved her. Daddy loved her very much.
In fact his love for her was so strong that when she was at the tender age of twelve they began playing special "games" that she was forbidden to tell mommy.
These games went on for years. Her grades dropped. She lost friends. She got into trouble. Big trouble. Trouble that landed her in jail. But she was out the next day because of daddy's money and his love for her.
Finally on her last birthday is when daddy played his last game. When he was spent and sleeping beside her she pulled out from under her pillow the knife he had given her last Christmas.
Straddling him and waking him up with sweet nothings she relished in his terror when she carved out his heart. She swooned in the sounds of his screams. She laughed as he begged for his life.
With his still beating heart in her hand she drove the knife into it and blacked out.
She awoke the next morning not in her bed but on an unknown street. Her night clothes stained with blood she began to wander towards a place called The Red Dragon Inn.
What was this place? Why was she here? And why did she still have the knife?
Ah, well. No need to fret upon it. At least she was away from her nightmare of a world. Things were finally beginning to look up for our murderous redhead.