Beca Mitchell: The True Story
a Prequel to Flesh

by AnnaKendrick47

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I based the interview off of the Child of Rage documentary

Warning: this chapter contains heavy stuff, so I should put on a trigger warning

Chapter 1 - Early Years

"Rebeca, at night, what does your mom do to your door?" The therapist asked 7-year-old Rebeca Mitchell.

The little brunette was sitting on the couch with her feet under her, resting her chin on her hand.

"She locks it." Rebeca answered. She didn't show sadness or pain, it actually looked like she was bored.

"Uh huh, why does she lock it?" The therapist asked her again.

"Because she doesn't want me to kill her." Rebeca said again.

"And would you?"

Rebeca nodded.

"Why do you want your mother to die?" He asked.

"Because I don't like to be around people." Rebeca said.

"And how would you kill her?" The therapist asked again.

"I would stab her." Rebeca said. "But I would keep her head, so I could remember that she suffered, too."

oO0Oo

Dana Mitchell grabbed her purse off the counter and searched for her husband throughout their large house.

"Honey, I'm going to the store, can you keep an eye on Beca?" she asked. "She's asleep, if she wakes up, just check her diaper."

Ethan Mitchell chuckled as he turned his attention to his wife and lowered the volume on the TV.

"Babe, I'm her father, I think I know how to take care of her. Plus, she's already 1, you've said that everytime you've gone out since she was a newborn." Ethan said.

Dana sighed and relaxed while Ethan chuckled.

"Go, we'll be fine." Ethan said with a smile.

"Alright." Dana said. "I'll be back soon."

Ethan smiled and Dana left.

After about 10 minutes, Ethan turned off the TV and went upstairs to his daughter's room. He quietly made his way into the room, only to find his daughter was still asleep. He just stood next to the crib and watched the 1-year-old sleep peacefully.

Ethan then coughed rather loudly until the baby woke up, startled and confused.

"Sorry sweetie, did I wake you up?" he asked.

Beca looked around with her curious wide eyes, but she whined when Ethan bent down to check on her.

"Shhh now." he said. "Mommy said if you woke up, I had to check your diaper and that's what I'm gonna do."

Ethan had a wicked smile as he said that. He picked the whining baby up and placed her on the changing table.

Beca cried loudly when Ethan took off her shorts and diaper. The man closed his eyes as he felt up his infant daughter and his breathing soon became quick and ragged.

Baby Beca's cries got louder as she kicked her little legs and arms, of course, powerless to stop what the older man was doing.

When Ethan opened his eyes again, he hummed before looking down at Beca. He didn't have to change her diaper but he definitely had to change his pants.

oO0Oo

As the years went by, Dana found her daughter's behavior weirder and weirder. Her and Ethan tried to have another baby, but she had a miscarriage.

Due to Beca crying all night, Dana developed insomnia, so Ethan took her to a doctor who prescribed her something so she would sleep all night without waking up. That also made her lose the desire to have sex, which Ethan of course said he understood.

Everytime they'd go out with Beca, she'd be quiet, angry, not willing to play and, if she did, she would hurt the other children.

Dana was getting so tired of this behavior, she was exhausted during the day. Ethan encouraged her to go out with friends, loosen up, relax, so she did.

Now, Beca was already 5, Ethan often stayed alone with her so Dana wasn't worried anymore. When her daughter was growing up, at around 2 or 3, sometimes when Dana would bathe her, she noticed her daughter's little girl parts were bleeding. She became alarmed and went to the doctor, who said it looked like her curious toddler had been rubbing her private parts a little too hard, so he prescribed a cream and he recommended her watching Beca to make sure she wouldn't hurt herself.

Oh how wrong was that doctor.

That afternoon, Ethan smiled as his wife left and immediately put his beer down before he stood up from the couch.

It was summer and it was hot, most times Dana would let Beca wear just a pair of panties or panties and a T-shirt. This was one of those days.

So when Ethan quietly made his way to his daughter's room, she was on the floor, with her back to him, wearing one of her mother's old T-shirts and a pair of white panties.

Ethan immediately moaned quietly, making himself known.

"What are you doing here, daddy?" Beca asked. Her tone usually didn't show cuteness, love, interest, it was a cold tone and her eyes were always empty.

Ethan groaned as he made his way closer to his daughter, who stood up, alarmed.

"Get away from me!" She screamed at him. "Or I'll kill you!"

Ethan laughed before he stepped forward and grabbed the small child. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans before throwing Beca on the ground on her back. The little brunette started crying loudly, screaming at the top of her lungs, before Ethan actually started raping her. He moaned loudly and started thrusting faster and faster, not paying attention to his daughter's screams of pain.

"Honey I forgot my– OH MY GOD!" Dana said, running down the hall.

Ethan opened his eyes and immediately stepped away.

Beca lied there, crying, bleeding, broken. After that, of course, she only got worse.

oO0Oo

"Rebeca, can you explain to me what's your drawing?" The therapist asked.

"This is me, this is my dad." Rebeca said. "He's touching my vagina and I'm crying. These dots are tears."

The therapist nodded as she looked at Rebeca's drawing.

"And this other one?"

"This is my dad, his penis is out. That's me, he's putting his penis inside my vagina." Rebeca said. "And I'm bleeding and crying."

The therapist nodded and collected the second drawing again.

"Rebeca, do you touch your private parts?"

Rebeca nodded, bringing her legs up so she could sit under them on the couch.

"How often would you say you do it?" He asked again.

"I used to do it everyday. I would touch my vagina a lot until it bled, but it got really bad so my mom took me to the doctor and now I don't do it anymore." Rebeca said.

The therapist nodded as he took his notes about the 7-year-old sitting in front of him.

oO0Oo

Rebeca Mitchell was quite an unusual girl. Not because she had been mostly raised by her mother. Not because she was the troublemaker at school, always biting children, stabbing them with scissors.

Rebeca Mitchell never liked going out at daylight. She hated the sound of people laughing. She didn't have friends at all but most of all, she hated her father.

She hated his short brownish-grey beard. His chocolate brown eyes, his crooked grin. The way he'd bend his head a little if he didn't quite understand what one was saying.

Rebeca adopted the name Beca. She'd inherited a huge fortune from her mother, along with working in a big firm as the CEO after Dana Mitchell died. Now known as Beca, the girl bought herself a mansion in the middle of the woods in suburban Atlanta.

Beca's mansion had two of its four stories underground, that's just how Beca liked it. She wasn't quite fond of windows and light.

The very first floor was dark, stoned covered, lamps that strongly reminded torches up on the stone walls, a fairly large fireplace, which was almost always lit. You see, Beca was very fond of fire. The way it burned and lit up everything.

The second floor of Beca's mansion was covered up to the walls in velvet carpet, the same dim lit torch lamps, long halls that seemed endless. It had a total of four rooms and five bathrooms. All bathrooms were dim lit, with dark colored carpet covering the walls. It was a labyrinth going up to the front door. The darkness seemed to get people lost.

In a sunny afternoon, Beca invited her father onto her home. She'd hated him for so long, she finally had a plan.

As Ethan Mitchell drove his car up past the hundred trees surrounding the mansion's entrance, Beca watched him from the front window next to the front double doors.

Ethan walked up to the front door, Beca opened up the instant he did.

"Beca." He said with a small smile.

"Father." Beca said coldly. "Let's have a cup of tea."

Ethan followed her daughter. Beca led him downstairs to the sitting room. Beca didn't have a TV. She vowed never to have a single electronic device inside her house, not even a telephone.

"The tea is excellent, Beca." Ethan said, setting his mug down. "It surprised me that you invited me over. I'd never seen your home before."

Beca spoke nothing, she just watched her father finish drinking his tea. She gently set her mug on the coffee table and she watched it happen.

First, Ethan's mug fell to the thick dark carpet. The man himself dropped to the floor. Only then did Beca got up. She calmly collected his mug, setting both in her kitchen, before grabbing her father's ankles and dragging him out of the room.

Beca calmly and quietly dragged her father down the staircase and into the first floor. She had to use some serious force to set in him on the wooden table and cuff his hands and feet.

Beca then retreated to another wooden table full of sharp objects and several containers varying in size.

Beca put on a mask similar to a doctor's mask, put her hair back in a ponytail and some blue scrubs, along with gloves. She grabbed a pretty big sharp knife and returned to Ethan, who, by now, was stirring and groaning.

Beca unzipped his pants and slid off his boxers. She made a disgusted face as she picked up his penis and used the knife to cut it out. She hurried and placed it in a jar. She barely had time to close it when she heard her father's screams of pain.

Beca made her way back to the table. She placed a bucket under the table near the end before approaching her father, who was going pale as the blood drained from him.

"This will be quick." She said.

Beca drew the knife to Ethan's neck, hearing his pleads for her not to do it and slid his neck open. The blood that jolted from him followed a trail like a river and started dripping into the bucket.

Next, Beca started cutting him up, putting different parts of him in containers. Labelling everything as she went, carefully removing the skin and hair from every piece she cut.

When all the containers were full and properly labeled, Beca stared at them. She didn't know what to do, she hadn't exactly thought of that. She decided to leave them there for the time being. She then turned back to the table where her father had been and she grabbed his hands and feet, throwing them into the fire before grabbing his head. She had a plan for his head and put it inside the biggest jar, full of alcohol, then she grabbed a chair, climbing on it so she could place the jar with her father's head and smiled. She climbed off of the chair and watched her work with a smile.

Beca then cleaned all the blood with lye and bleach, especially on the bucket. Once she was all done with the room, she knew it was lunch time and she wanted to make some meat and rice. She eyed the containers before making up her mind. She was going to cook one of her father's parts. It was the best way to cover it up, if she ate the evidence, there was nothing to worry about.

Beca grabbed a container and took it upstairs to her kitchen. She already had the ingredients she was going to need sorted out. She carefully placed the container next to the carrots and began cutting her carrot. She hummed light as she sliced the carrot and cook the rice. It was going to be a fun evening.

Once her dinner was done, Beca sat alone in her huge dinner table, her silver plates and crystal glasses. She sipped her wine and stabbed the meat with her fork and put it in her mouth. She frowned as she chewed on it. She chewed slowly and surely and swallowed.

Beca smiled. It was delicious.