A/N: Hey guys. . . this is my first fic and I'm really nervous as to how its going to turn out and everything. I hope you enjoy it and be sure to give me reviews so I know what you guys want in future chapters and what's bad and what's good and so on Anyway here it is .:Faith:.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.
Rating: R, just for good measure
Raped in death
Epilogue:
The girl was cold. She was shuddering from the air conditioning that would not cease. The little girl, no more than six, stood in a dark room with only the light of a strip club next door. She sat rocking back and forth while holding her knees close to her chest. She was so scared that her father would come back and do . . . she was hoping he wouldn't come back. He always smelled like whiskey. If she was lucky he would drink himself unconscious and she would not have to be his rag doll that night.
She wasn't as lucky as she hoped.
Her father stumbled into the little girl's room in a clear drunken state.
"Come here little girl, you've been bad and Daddy has to teach you a lesson."
"No, please, no. Please, oh god oh god oh god oh god." The little girl would chant over and over again, knowing what would happen to her.
"God isn't here to help you."
Buffy Summers awoke in a cold sweat panting.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not the characters. Although I would really like to own spike. Anyway nothing is mine sadly and none of the lines from any of the scripts are mine. The title and the plot are loosely based on the In Death books by J.D. Robb. I don't own it either.
Rating: R, just for good measure
Raped in death
Epilogue:
The girl was cold. She was shuddering from the air conditioning that would not cease. The little girl, no more than six, stood in a dark room with only the light of a strip club next door. She sat rocking back and forth while holding her knees close to her chest. She was so scared that her father would come back and do . . . she was hoping he wouldn't come back. He always smelled like whiskey. If she was lucky he would drink himself unconscious and she would not have to be his rag doll that night.
She wasn't as lucky as she hoped.
Her father stumbled into the little girl's room in a clear drunken state.
"Come here little girl, you've been bad and Daddy has to teach you a lesson."
"No, please, no. Please, oh god oh god oh god oh god." The little girl would chant over and over again, knowing what would happen to her.
"God isn't here to help you."
Buffy Summers awoke in a cold sweat panting.