He came into her room around midnight, back from that thankless job which often took him away from her at any, and sometimes all, hours of the day. Running a hand through his graying hair anxiously, he went and sat on the edge of her bed. Nathan Wallace looked at the sleeping form of Shilo. She looks just like you, he thought. Her face was almost a mirror image of his late wife's younger self. Nathan began to tremble. He wrung his hands as he looked at her. Everything he saw, his mind connected with Marni. Even her wig, which Nathan had styled in the fashion that Marni used to wear. He tentatively reached out with shaking hands to stroke the dark synthetic tresses.
Shilo's eyes fluttered open and focused on him. She whispered, "Dad?" She was used to events like this; it happened often. As always, she waited to see if he recognized her as Shilo or not.
He met her eyes at the sound of her voice. Oh, God, Marni's eyes.
"Marni," he breathed as he moved closer to her on the bed.
Shilo grimaced, but didn't correct him. It ended faster that way. Nathan put his arms around her and buried his face into her shoulder. "Oh, Marni, Marni," he said, voice thick and ragged. He moved his hands along her figure and cupped her breasts in his hands.
Shilo didn't protest, knowing Nathan would become confused and more upset. He needed Marni, and he would get her. Shilo held him as he began to tear up." Marni, oh Marni," he moaned. "I love you, Marni."
Shilo gently answered," I love you, too, Nathan."
She braced herself as he unzipped his pants and pulled up her nightdress. She focused on the far corner of her bedroom as he entered her.
She tried to distract herself from what was happening but it was almost impossible to ignore. After a few minutes, her eyes rolled up in her head, and she experienced the point of upmost pleasure. Her body felt the exact opposite of what her mind did. She felt ashamed. She was disgusted by what her poor agonized father was doing to her. But she was even more disgusted with herself for allowing him to. For indulging his awful fantasy. She acknowledged that some part of her received a sick thrill from it. What kind of girl allowed herself to be violated by her own father, and enjoyed it? She hated herself for it. She was wile, and abomination, an aberration. Daddy's girl's a fucking monster.
"Blood pressure warning, medicate immediately," her wrist communicator alerted while simultaneously beeping. The noise seemed to snap Nathan out of his lewd endeavor, for he immediately sprang away from her. His eyes widened in shock, and he covered his mouth to prevent the bile that rose up from escaping.
Shilo said nothing; this was his usual reaction afterwards.
Nathan's body shook violently. He choked out," Shilo, I…take your medicine," and nearly ran out of the room. Shilo sighed and grabbed her pills, wondering how many it would take to kill the monster in her…but no. She couldn't leave Nathan. He was the world to her.
Nathan locked himself in his room and sunk to the floor. He curled up in a fetal position, and held his head in his hands. Cursing himself for letting it happen again, letting the monster rise. The monster that was lost without, and lusted for, Marni.
Dear Marni, I am so sorry, can you forgive me for this?