Broken Dreams

by Don'tFallAsleep1428

Katherine's mind is starting to break. What will happen to her now that she is locked up in Westin Hills? Though her father, Freddy, has nightmarish plans for her. She slowly starts to develop a personality disorder and grows even closer to him. Soon, she will have to choose a side…

8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Daddy's Little Girl

Katherine sat up on bed, staring confusingly at the room. She had expected to have been in the boiler room, the power plant when she had entered the dream. Was he keeping her out of his reach? She clambered off the bed and determinately rolled up the sleeves on her top, showing off her skin and the scars on her left arm. An aggravated sigh fluttered from her lips as she stepped over to the window and pulled opened the curtains. A veil of darkness was cast across the sky, a thin mist setting over the courtyard below.

Without another second's hesitation she marched towards the door of her room and flung opened the door, stepping into the dimly lit corridor. For some disturbing reason she could feel his aura. He was watching her. But why was he not showing himself to her? A disgruntled snarl crossed her face, and she ran down towards the security door, and grasped the handle. The door rattled in the frame as she vehemently tried to pull it open. She again yanked at the handle and then shouted out to him, hoping he would hear her.

"Open the damn door!"

She took a step backwards, her eyes glaring at the door handle. Expecting the panel to beep and for it to creak open. Seconds went by and nothing occurred. Her hands clenched into fists and with a cry of fury she slammed them against the glass, screaming in vexation. Turning back to the corridor she scrutinized the area, looking for anything to aid her in opening the door. Down at the far end of the hall facing her room was a mounted box attached to the wall. She smirked and ran towards it, seeing inside was a small red fire extinguisher behind a glass pane. Now, she had to find something to break the glass. Her eyes glanced at her hands and then she twisted back into her room and hastily rummaged through her grip-bag for a towel, using it to wrap around her right clenched fist. Ensuring that it was tightly swathed around her flesh she ventured back towards the box and with a deep breath she swung her right fist down towards the glass. There were a few cracks, and she propelled her fist down once more, smashing through the glass. She smiled in triumph and reached in with her left hand for the red fire extinguisher and pulled it out, noticing it was a little smaller and easier to hold.

As she approached the security door she unraveled the towel from her hand, discarding it behind her and then with the apparatus held firmly in her hands she pitched it forward, the edge of it connecting with the glass pane of the door. It shuddered, but the glass remained intact. She snarled and again swung it backwards with more velocity and saw a few cracks begin to appear. Again, she propelled the fire extinguisher forward, seeing the cracks and fissures on the glass spread, becoming more apparent. But not enough to break the glass inwards.

"Fuck…" she breathed, feeling exhausted.

After a few moments of gathering her strength, she readied herself to swivel the fire extinguisher against the glass a few more times. A smile crept across her face as after the fourth time the glass finally shattered outwards. But to her dismay a few large pieces of glass were embedded around the frame of the wood along the edges. Using the rim of the extinguisher she began to push and knock shards of glass from the edge of the frame. Making enough space for her to crawl through. She then placed it to her right, then knelt to her knees and then frowned seeing the floor on the other side covered with pieces of the glass. "Shit…"

Her hands shook as they stretched forward through to the other side and carefully pushed the glass on the ground to each side, trying to clear a path for her to crawl over. Painstakingly she slithered forward, the palms of her hands pressing on the cold floor as she clambered through the door frame. She winced and gritted her teeth as a few small bits of glass pierced into her flesh, sticking to her skin. Scrambling as fast as she could she put some distance between her and the glass then rose to her feet, brushing her palms against her legs to sweep away the glass from her hands. Lowering her gaze, she inspected her palms and saw a few speckles of blood.

Ignoring it, she strode forward down towards the staircase that led to the basement area at the bottom of Westin Hills. That passageway was bound to be there from last night. It would be her way into the power plant, a way to get to him. She pushed opened a set of doors and descended the stairs downwards, then paused at the bottom seeing that the two large double doors that were there in her previous dream were gone. In its place was a large room, that had several shelves that contained boxes of furniture- wardrobes, chest of drawers, ready to be constructed, with several mattresses and steel frames of beds. It was a storage room. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, wondering why he was so persistent in keeping her from him?

Huffing angrily, she turned back to the staircase and saw her little apparition staring back at her from the fourth step. Dressed in the same attire as her, with the same hairstyle as hers. Katherine gave a little smile and stepped towards her, "Hi"

The little specter gave an eerie grin, "Hi!"

Crouching before her Katherine reached out to stroke her face, studying her face that was still marred with the same fading bruises and scrapes as her. "What are you doing here?"

"I have to show you the way" little Katherine chirped and entangled her right hand with Katherine's left one, "This way! Come on!"

Katherine was quickly tugged forward up the stairs and was lead through the foyer of the building to the exit into the empty car park. A light mist surrounded them as they ventured across the barren car park, towards the large steel gates that lead out of the grounds of Westin Hills. She glanced down at her little apparition, noticing that she was in a rush. She had to keep up with her, jogging at her side. Vast, desolate waste grounds of an old industrial estate where to each side of them. Large warehouses were scattered behind large steel wired fences. As they passed by a clearing Katherine noticed the ghostly spirits of his victims as they played jump rope. Her gaze was averted to them, and she saw the Lucy, Emily and Melanie turn to stare at her. A shiver shot through her spine, and she quickly looked away, feeling ashamed for what she had did to Lucy and Melanie. How she had begged her father to take them away.

Little Katherine slowly pulled her gaze towards the girls, forbiddingly staring at them and she then tugged Katherine onwards, picking up her speed as they neared their destination down a dark, dusty road.

In the distance through the fog and mist, the tall monstrous metal structure of the power plant loomed above them. A few lights were on at the entrance of the building. Despite the darkness around them and that engulfed the building, Katherine could easily visualize the building in her mind. That day she was brought here and was shown inside flashed before her.

She closed her eyes, seeing that the structure was mainly made of metal perhaps sixty feet in length, with large thick steel walls, pipes aligning the front of the building. But there was a section of the building that was made of red brick, perhaps an attachment to the whole factory itself. It was about twenty feet long, with small dirty windows and two small narrow doors. One of the doors had a large metal plate sealed across it, blocking any way in through that door. The other door was untouched. There were several small staircases that circled around the side of the building. To the right of the main structure were three fifty-foot cooling towers. The concrete along the towers appeared to be cracked, a sign of old age and disrepair.

Katherine opened her eyes as her memory of that Sunday morning faded away, and felt her little spirit's hand loosen, letting go of her hand. She frowned and asked, "Are you not coming with me?"

"No" Little Katherine shook her head quickly, "I just have to bring you here"

In a flash little Katherine sprinted off into the darkness behind her, disappearing into the night. Katherine took a long deep breath, trying to calm her apprehension and then walked onwards. She ignored the doorway to her right and trotted over to a small staircase that led around the side of the building. She vaguely remembered her father showing her a quicker way into the power plant, past one of the large cooling towers to where a steep staircase was hidden. She proceeded down the steel steps and stepped into a small narrow passageway where a thick steel door greeted her. Her hands shook as she curled her fingers around the edge of the door frame and grunted as she shoved it opened, allowing her to slip inside.

A blast of stifling heat swarmed over her, and she prudently trudged onwards passing by barren corridors. She knew exactly where to go. But she had anticipated that he would show himself to her by now. But it appeared to her disgust that he was avoiding her.

After another ten minutes of wandering through the various darkened corridors she slowed to a stop and shouted out, annoyance tainting her voice, "Where the hell are you?"

There was suddenly a faint screeching sound in the distance ahead of her, making her rush forward as the sound grew in intensity, then it began to fade. Stopping abruptly. It made her snarl, and she grew incensed. "Fuck!"

She slowly began to clench and unclench her fists, a surge of wrath starting to overcome her as he continued to disregard her. Was he playing a fucking game with her? She clamped her eyes closed and mentally counted to ten, she had to remain calm. The last thing she wanted was to lose her cool with him. As her brown eyes fluttered opened, she saw a flicker of light up head and rushed into a run, instantly sensing his presence from up ahead.

Katherine's unyielding gaze immediately fell upon him as she rushed into the main boiler room where he had died. He had his back turned to her; his brooding gaze was set upon the flames that burned brightly in the furnace. She saw his lips move, and faint murmuring coming from him. Was he talking to himself?

She cleared her throat and called over, "Daddy"

He slowly twisted around; his eyes hidden beneath the rim of his fedora as he considered her quietly. Not uttering a word, his face was stoic, emotionless. He noticed that from her emotions she seemed to be annoyed, agitated. He watched as she marched towards him, not missing a beat. Her strides were strong, powerful as she stopped feet from him.

Katherines pursed her lips tightly together and then she declared, "I haven't said anything!"

He eyed her with silent consideration, then turned away back to gaze at the furnace, mainly at the flames that smoldered inside surrounding the demons that only he could see. His claw hung behind his back; the blades clicked one by one, repeatedly as he seemed to disregard her declaration.

Her mouth parted in surprise, "Did you not hear what I said? I haven't said anything to anyone!"

He didn't flinch, his body was like stone as he continued to glare at the demons inside the furnace. They quietly murmured amongst themselves discussing her revelation; their voices only being heard by Freddy. They were astonished that she had kept her mouth shut. Maybe they were wrong about her.

Katherine grounded her teeth, ever so slowly becoming consumed by ire. She stepped forward and snapped, "You still don't trust me, huh? Do you not realize what I have been doing all along?"

Freddy once more craned his head towards her, looking her up and down in silence. His gaze was cold, harsh. His lips curled slightly into a leer and then he spun away from her once more, a cunning smirk flashed across his face, hidden from her as he stared at the demons and whispered to them telepathically.

I told you my little girl would say nothing.

The mere fact that she was snubbing her once more sparked her anger, "Are you fucking serious?" she barked. "Are you going to ignore me?" she took a small step towards him and peered into the opened furnace, wondering what the hell was capturing his attention. "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Her mouth furrowed in confusion, there was nothing but flames. Smoke. Her fists curled inwards, and she took a step back and glowered at him, "Fine, I'll tell you! You don't seem to understand all the secrets I've kept from people, from Michael. He never knew anything about the times when you first touched me, that day when you cuffed me to that bed…." she pointed sharply towards the side room, "in there! And how you pinned me to your bed the next time. I never said anything about that until you told him, and you know it! I have lied to Michael so many times! The man I am in love with…"

She never saw the way his eyes contracted in distaste at her words regarding Michael, or heard the low growl that reverberated from his chest. He simply let her continue.

"And here I am still lying to him. And not just to him, but to Sandra, to Nancy. To fucking everyone!" her voice rose in timbre.

"Anytime they have asked me if anything has happened to me when I was asleep, if you…" she jabbed a finger at him, "Have hit me or touched me I have said no!"

He heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

"The first time that I met Sandra in Westin hills, I lied to her. Straight to her face! Even yesterday when I was having that panic attack, when I nearly fainted, she asked me if you had touched me or done anything to me since I've been in Westin Hills and again, I lied! All I do is lie and lie…every single fucking time!" Katherine felt her composure crumble away as she choked back an infuriated sob.

Freddy heard her sniffling, but his eyes continued to stare vacantly at the flames, at the demons that were engulfed by them. But he had listened to every word, sensing her rising anger and exasperation. All her frustration was coming to the surface, she was so fucking angry. As much as he wanted to laugh, to mock her, he found it fascinating to finally hear and feel the fury that was locked inside of her. Oh, he had seen her become angry as a little girl, how her little fists would clench and shake at her side. But this was a side to her that he never realized existed. As much as he hated her ignoring him, she likewise detested HIM ignoring her.

He smirked viciously to himself beneath his fedora, that had shielded his face from her, and her listened as she sustained. "Even today, when Michael asked me if you had done anything to me, I blatantly lied to him again! And here I am covering up my busted lip from them!" she lightly ran her hand over the corner of her lip, chuckling lightly in disbelief, "I even asked one of the nurses for make-up to hide it from everyone. I even lied to the fucking nurse saying I had caused the cut on my lip myself! That I had bit my lip! Which is total bullshit!"

She lifted her gaze to him again and sneered as he still had his back to her, dismissing her. "I haven't said anything about this trick you are playing on them. Sandra even asked me did I know anything about why you have supposedly lost your powers!" she scoffed lightly, "And I said no. Lying again, that's all I ever do! Every fucking promise, every damn secret since I was a little girl, I have kept them all" she raised her right hand and pointed at him, "for YOU!"

Her voice wavered and she felt the tears begin to fall from her eyes as she softly sobbed, "It's lie after FUCKING lie, secret after FUCKING secret. All this deceit I've done for you! Because I want you to be proud of me daddy! Like the way you were when I was a little girl" she wiped at her face, "Despite everything that you do to me, how you hit me, beat me, I still love you daddy. But you don't care, do you? You're not proud of me! You don't trust me!"

There was a lingering silence as she waited for a response from him. But he hadn't moved, his body was like a statue as he glared at the furnace. This finally made her snap, she had enough. If that was the way, he wanted it. So be it. "You know what then, fine! FUCK THIS! FUCK EVERYTHING!"

She quickly spun away from him and stomped down the corridor ahead of her, wanting nothing more to do with him. She wanted as far away from him as possible. As she began to enter the darkened passageway, she felt a coarse hand grab her right arm and twist her back around. Katherine shrieked and snarled, "No! Let me go!" she raised her left hand to shove him away, but he snatched her wrist with his bladed claw and drew her close to him. His inane stare slowly started to twist, his lips curling upwards into a sly smirk.

Her head was twisted away, staring at the wall to her left and she sniffled, "Let me go! I've had enough of everything!"

Freddy's smirk grew into a pleased smile, and he reached up to stroke her hair with the sharp tips of his talons, "I am proud of you Katherine"

She meekly shook her head, "Don't just say that daddy unless you actually mean it"

He inched closer to her, and his blades curved around her face, this glove thumb running lightly over her cheek, and brushed away a few of her tears. He turned her face towards him "I do mean it baby girl"

Her eyes blinked quickly, and she studied him conscientiously, seeing the look of sincerity that tainted his eyes. It had been so long she had seen his eyes look at her in that way. Since she was a little girl. She swallowed and sniveled quietly, listening as he continued.

"I knew that you wouldn't tell…" he glimpsed briefly at the furnace behind him, "But they didn't believe me"

Her lips parted in puzzlement, and she took a fleeting glance at the furnace, then back to him. "What? What do mean by they?"

He ignored her question and gently trailed his left hand up her arm to her chin and tenderly rubbed at her flesh, complimenting her once more. "I do trust you, baby. I always have. I have always been proud of you for keeping all our secrets and even now for what you are keeping from them"

She felt her anger slowly dissipate and she leaned into his touch, murmuring. "All I ever wanted is for you to be proud of me"

He gave her a satisfied smile and leaned forward to kiss her forehead, his claw then began to slither down the side of her waist stopping just above her hip. "Now, I want to show you my appreciation baby girl"

Her eyebrows rose in surprise, "How?"

A devious smirk flaunted across his face as he moved closer to her, "I want to give you a kiss, to say thank you"

She swallowed hard and then with a curt nod she agreed, moving her face a little closer to his. Freddy vigorously licked his lips and then clamped them down onto hers, kissing her forcefully and then pried her lips opened with his own. Soon, his left hand meandered down her back and slipped underneath her bottoms and under her pants, curling around her ass to ardently grope at her. A soft mewing soft rumbled from her throat and he moaned as he thrust his slick tongue into her mouth and he then twisted her around, pushing her hard against the wall. He deepened the kiss as he sustained in rubbing and kneading her ass, and she lightly grasped his sweater. Her fingers entangling in the fabric as she responded to his kiss, titling her head to the right to allow him more access to her mouth. He smirked against her mouth and then slowly eased off the heated kiss. Withdrawing his lips form hers he saw her breathless face, her eyes wide in awe, a little hint of hunger gleamed in them to his amusement. He deftly reached his left hand under the rim of ass, between the apex of her thighs and glided his index finger over her folds lightly. He cackled triumphantly at the feeling of a slick residue that now coated his finger. The little passionate kiss had made her become aroused.

Katherine gulped with trepidation as she felt the moistness between her legs. This wasn't a good sign. Taking a deep quivering breath, she felt him extract his hand from her bottoms and take a step away from her, flashing her a wicked grin before stroking her hair with his blades tenderly, "Thank you, baby girl"

She gathered her composure and straightened her bottoms, standing up a little taller. Her mind soon began to mull over what had happened from the previous night. Even though she wasn't going to reveal this deceit to the others, that didn't mean she was happy with what he was doing. She knew damn well he had killed people, but who? How many had he slain? Turning towards him she saw him begin to venture down the corridor. "I know that I haven't said anything to the others. And I won't, but that doesn't mean I agree with what you are doing! The trick you are playing on them!"

He stopped abruptly and turned to face her, a vile smirk playing at his lips, and he chuckled.

"I know you have killed people. Who are they? Is it one of the parents?" she strode towards him, demanding an answer. "Tell me!"

His claw reached out to tuck a few stray stands of hair behind her ear and brusquely kissed her cheek, spinning away to venture down the corridor again. She took off after him and demanded once again, "If it's not the parents, are there other kids that we don't know about?"

She heard him chortle as he walked onwards, not responding to her questions. An aggravated growl came from her, and she picked up her pace, "If you think I'll tell, then you should know by now that I won't!"

He suddenly stopped and she yelped, nearly colliding into him as he rotated around to face her, a thin ray of light was shone upon his face from the flames of a small furnace nearby. A faint underhanded grin tugged at his lips as he looked at her. "You really want to know, Kitty Kat?"

"Yes, I do"

There was a click as he sprayed his blades wide and brought them under her chin, titling her head back as he smiled, "I'll let you find out…"

She grew optimistic.

"…tomorrow night" he finished.

Her mouth dropped opened in displeasure, "Tomorrow? Why?"

He laughed maliciously at the look of disappointment on her face. "I want to take you somewhere"

Knowing there was no point in arguing she nodded, "Okay, I'll wait to tomorrow night then"

Twisting away again he continued onwards down the corridor, and she rushed after him and saw that he was hastily approaching a large thick steel doorway. It hung inches from the ground and creaked opened as he neared it. He stepped through it into a veil of darkness. She did likewise, pushing her hesitation to the side as the darkness enclosed around her. She took a few steps forward and soon several streetlights began to flicker on to each side of them. The street they now stood in stretched onwards, a good several hundred yards in each direction. She frowned and glanced at the houses, some of them had large, spacious porches with long driveways and pleasant, large gardens. Her heart skipped a beat, this wasn't Elm Street. Her anxious gaze looked up the street as she saw a house that been her home for the last three and half years.

122 Glendale Avenue.

Pulling her gaze back to him, she saw him looking at her with a cunning grin. He knew she wasn't expecting him to bring her here.

"Why are we here?" she asked fretfully.

"Daddy is just a little curious to know where you have been the last several years" Freddy glanced down at the house, then back to her. "I want to know who has been taking care of you" he then raised his right arm and flicked his index blade, curling it back and forth at her. "C'mon princess"

Katherine shifted nervously on her feet and walked after him as he strode down the sidewalk, inspecting the neighborhood, then her foster home. His eyes roamed along the porch, past the white door and then it scanned across towards the garage. His gaze lingered there for a few moments then he twisted around to her, seeing her glance between him and the garage uneasily. He closed his eyes detecting a vague memory from her mind and he turned back to the door of the garage and there was a low squeak as the doors groaned and began to open. She chewed her lips and saw him approach the entrance and ducked under the rim of the door. She scrambled after him and lowered her head beneath the metal rim of the door, coming up behind him as he lingered a few feet ahead of her. Her mind was chaotic, panic stricken as she thought back to her time living with Diane. There were a few things she knew he wouldn't be too happy about. But she had to put these deliberations to the back of her mind.

Freddy spun around to her and then clicked his blades, the door slid shut behind her to seal her in with him. She avoided his meditative stare and then above them a single light bulb flickered on, shedding light on the room. He then slowly took in the items in the room. There was a long rectangular wooden desk in the middle of the garage that had various paint stains marring the wood and at the end of the table was a stack of art pads, photo albums with a small apron folded neatly next to them. He titled his head to the side and the region on his face where his eyebrows would have been arched upwards as he beckoned her to speak, to explain.

She cleared her throat, "I was allowed to convert the garage into my own private art room. A place where I could come to draw and paint in peace. Any free time I had in the house I would spend it down here"

He gave a little smirk and circumspectly studied the room again, behind the table were four large art stands. There were blank pages on each of them, ready to be drawn or painted upon. There were several finished canvases laid against the wall behind them, the drawings mainly consisted of landscapes, of the nature reserve or the skyscrapers, buildings of Cleveland and New York. He walked over to them and knelt before them, inspecting them with a smug grin. He had to admit she was very good, like he knew she would be. Rising to his feet he saw another table to his left and ventured over to it, seeing several types of paints -Acrylic, Oil, watercolor and gouache paints. There several containers filled with various brushes – fan round brush, liner brush, flat brushes, angle brushes along with various chalks, colored pencils. Next to them was a stack of art books about various artists and varying types of painting styles. He looked back to the table and opened one of the albums, turning the pages to study each of her small paintings and drawings. Most of them again where of landscapes, sunsets, lakes, cities. A few of them were of animals. He closed the book and looked over to her and smiled, tapping his blades on the album. "You're good baby girl"

She gave a weak smile and then tensed as he approached her, "Now, I want you to make some new drawings in here. Like the one you drew of me today in your room"

"Okay daddy" she gave a curt nod, then asked. "Was that you today? Did that drawing of you really blink?"

He smirked waywardly, "Maybe"

"But how can that happen when I'm awake?"

"You were daydreaming" Freddy remarked with a vicious smile.

"Daydreaming?" she shivered in alarm.

"And as for little Mary…" he closed in on her, relishing the look of dread on her face. "Maybe she might get a visit from me one night"

"Please don't!" she begged, "Leave her out of this, she has nothing to do with anything!"

He chortled menacingly and swirled around towards a doorway that led from the garage into the dining room area of the house. There was a large mahogany rectangular table in the middle, facing it to their left was a cabinet with various ornaments and pictures on the shelves. Freddy advance towards it and smirked as he saw a photo of her on her own, dressed in her red prom dress in front of a fireplace. He hungrily licked his lips and pointed at it with a blade, commenting. "Red looks really good on your baby girl"

She watched nervously as he grabbed the photo frame and turned it over, prying opened the back of it and slipped the photo out to slip into his back pocket. Frowning slightly, she saw him stalk towards her and lightly kiss her on the lips before venturing towards the kitchen area. He took a quick look about, nothing perking his interest and then walked out of the room down a narrow hall towards the living room. Katherine followed him, feeling her anxiety start to increase. Just what was he looking for?

He crossed the living room past the sofa to a large white stone fireplace where several photos stood along the top. Three of them were of her, one on her 18th birthday dressed elegantly in black knee length skirt and blue V-neck blouse with a baby pink 18th birthday sash hung across her chest. Next was one in her graduation gown, and one where she looked a little younger, adorned in blue checked shirt and jeans. She was sat in front of a birthday cake that had fourteen candles pierced into the soft sponge. He eagerly licked his lips and eyed the next one as she sat on a pebbled beach; the sun shimmered off the large lake behind her as it set in the distance. She looked radiant with her long hair hung around her face.

Katherine watched in awkward silence as he pried the photo frames opened, taking the three photos of her out and again slipped them into his back pocket. "I'll be taking these"

She nodded quickly and then seen his gaze turn towards the other photos, particularly at one of her and Diane. She was dressed in her prom dress as they stood outside on the porch, each of them holding a glass of champagne. Freddy's lips arched into a sneer as he took a step closer to the photo, securitizing the woman at Katherine's side. She was in her fifties with short dark brown hair, with bright blue eyes. Dressed in a navy dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. He snatched the photo with his burnt hand and pointed at it with a blade, turning to face her as she lingered at the side of the sofa. "Is this the bitch that took you in?"

Katherine growled, detesting the way he spoke about Diane like that, "Her name is Diane Burroughs and she's not a bitch!"

He sneered, "Was she good to you? I want to make sure the bitch looked after my little girl"

"Diane took really good care of me. I never went without anything" She declared.

He gave a 'mmph' sound, rejecting her remark, then discarded the photo onto the floor and stalked past her towards the bottom of the stairs. She felt her heart thunder in her ears, hoping and praying that he wouldn't go near her bedroom. Glancing at her he threw her a knowing grin, sensing her rising alarm and began to ascend the staircase. He brought his right hand out to the side to trail the tips of his weapon along the wallpaper. Creating four long slash marks against the material as he went.

She took a dep breath and ran up the stairs, then halted at the second last step as he lingered on the landing. His eyes narrowed as he stared inquisitively down the darkened hall to three doors on the right. He didn't feel drawn to them, and she somehow knew why. They weren't her bedroom. Freddy flexed his blades and swung around to the left to the door facing him and she felt her body tremble. He flaunted her a smirk and stepped forward, pushing the door open to reveal her bedroom.

She took the last two steps up to the landing and followed him inside, wondering why he was being so nosy? His back was to her as he examined the room with zeal. To the right in the middle of the spacious room was her double bed, decorated out in lilac bed covers. Above the walls over the bed were her posters of Queen, Fleetwood Mac, David Bowie, The Eagles and Blondie. To his immediate right in the corner was tall mirror, the frame was decorated in white paint, there was a small dresser with a small circular mirror net to it. Beside the bed was a small white wooden table with a pink flowered lamp resting on top. There was also a small chair with next to the dresser. To the left of the bed, next to the far wall was her oak wardrobe, a few pictures of her friends were stuck to the doors with sticky tape, along with a few of her and Michael. She began to scrunch her rim of the pyjama top fearfully; this was not going to end well…

Freddy clicked his blades a few times as he strode into the room, passing a large chest of drawers facing the bed. She glanced out the window to her left as the light from the moon shone through the glass pane, casting some light upon the room. There was a clink as the small lampshade flickered on, allowing the room to be more visible to them.

Katherine grew more wary as he stopped at the pictures on the wardrobe and he eyed with them with disdain, disgust. He twisted around to her and pointed with his blades at one of her as she sat on a pier beside two other girls. All of them were in summer dresses, "Who are they?"

She took a deep breath and replied, "Nicola and Lauren"

He growled lightly and then glared at another photo where she stood at her friend's side in their purple graduation gowns. He pointed sharply at the unfamiliar faces of two other young men. "And them two?"

"Jack and Steven" She muttered. "I don't know why-"

He spun to face her and jabbed a blade in her direction, snapping harshly. "Not another word!"

She gulped hard and nodded, watching as he turned back to the wardrobe and pulled opened the doors. His hand and glove swiftly yanked out each garment, a pair of jeans, linen trousers, skirts, blouses, dresses. Anything he could reach. His hands ran over the fabric of her skirts, then discarded them to the ground. Leaving a bundle of her garments strewn across the carpet. She grumbled quietly to herself and tensed once more as he approached her chest of drawers to inspect the items on top. There was a small silver jewelry box, a recorded player, a few art pads and coloring pencils. Next to the LP player was a large box of LPS. He ignored them and hastily pulled out the first drawer, rummaging through her underwear. Just what exactly was he looking for?

She shunted nervously on her feet as he left a few of her black and pink bras on top of the drawers, then went through the rest of the drawers. Rummaging through the garments one by one, but he grew bored and shoved the last drawer shut. He then cocked his head to the side and stepped to the left, seeing a small folder leaning against the side of the wood. He snatched it and she felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach. She knew what that folder was about, what was inside it.

He glimpsed at her momentarily as he placed the folder on the bed, then silently read the words on the front.

Bernadette Care Home.

Kensington Road,

Central City

Clicking his blades, he used his ungloved hand to open the folder and silently read over a few sentences detailing her admission to the care home.

Full Name: Katherine Ann Krueger.

Date of Birth: 2nd March 1962

Date admitted to Care Home: 19th March 1972

In care of: Dr Danielle Murray, Dr Tara Kingsley

Date discharged: 27th April 1975

Foster carer: Diane Burroughs, 122 Glendale Avenue, Central City.

He turned over to the next page and saw a lose page of drawing. He noticed several more picture behind it and he pulled them out, one by one and laid them on the bed.

The images were neatly drawn. A large white-water tower on one page, the next page was of various rose-beds. Then next one was a white fence. Then a picture could combine the three images. Then the next page consisted of the white-water tower that stood behind a white fence. A large yellow sun was at the top right-hand corner of the page. Tucked to the front left of the drawing was a small rose bed filled with red and pink roses. There was a girl dressed in a pink dress, dark blondish hair tied back in pigtails in red ribbons. Next to her was a man in brown trousers and green shirt, with sandy hair. The final figure was a woman with brown bobbed hair and adorning her frame was a flowered dress.

Freddy finally lifted his gaze to hers and sneered viciously.

She glowered back at him, defending herself, "It was the only way they could get to me talk, through art therapy. I was dreaming about that day; I was having nightmares! For fuck's sake I was only eleven years old at the time!"

His gaze fell towards the next drawing, and he chuckled cruelly, it was the same drawing as before. But the illustration of him was perched over the figure of her mother, his hands curling around her neck as he strangled her.

Katherine fought back her tears and then saw him slant his head forward to peer at a penciled drawing of a face. She saw his grip loosen on the other picture as it fluttered to the ground. A low menacing snarl resonated from him as his bladed glove grasped the flawless life-like drawing of her mother, his wife.

Loretta.

He straightened up and advanced towards her, a flash of rage crossed his countenance as he barked. "What did I tell you all those years ago? Huh? You little brat!" he raised the picture, "You are not allowed to draw anymore pictures of this WHORE!"

She tried to rebuke, but the palm of his left hand connected to her cheek, and she shrieked, stumbling to the left. Another yell came from her as he brutally snatched her hair and yanked her head back. "That bitch is dead, you keep forgetting that!"

Katherine breathed heavily and reached up with her right hand, the tips of her fingernails dug into his scarred flesh as she tried to wrestle his hand her hair but his gripped tautened and he leaned closer. She snapped, "Let me go!"

He growled and in a vibrant color of red and yellow flames the picture of her mother erupted into flames, the burnt pieces of ash fluttered to the ground to her fury. Her left fist clenched tightly and she swung it forward, hoping to connect with his face. But he caught her wrist with his glove and shook his head in contempt, "Don't you fucking dare!"

She squealed as his gloved hand twisted her left arm backwards, at a forty-five-degree angle. Ready to pry it from its socket, he snarled and then with a fierce shove she was propelled backwards into the wall. The back of her head banged hard against the wood, and she slithered to the ground, disorientated from the impact. Her eyes focused, blinking briskly and she heard the door slam shut. He then stalked towards her and crouched before her, "Now, is there anything else you are keeping from me, princess?"

Katherine shivered, trembling violently under his intense stare.

He grounded his teeth, sensing her uneasiness. "There is…" his voice grew deep into a venomous and dangerous snarl, "isn't there?"

He sprung to his feet and stalked back to the folder, delving through the other pictures from her therapy. There were other drawings of Billy pushing her in the street, making her fall and cut her knee. Pictures of her sitting alone in the garden, playing on her own in the park, in her street. Pictures of his secret room, crude child like drawings of his clawed, hooked and bladed gloves. Freddy chortled and then soon his gaze was ensnared by the mattress at the top of the bed. It seemed to be raised slightly, as though something was hidden underneath. He looked over at her as she hesitantly rose to her feet.

Her hands shook at her sides as he stepped towards the top of the bed and slid his burnt hand under the mattress and pulled out a small pink A4 book, it was her diary. His cold, hard eyes glowered at the name on the front page as he opened it.

Katherine Krueger

122 Glendale Avenue.

Katherine valiantly strode forward to the bottom of the bed and snapped, "That is private!"

He snarled and again pointed at her with a single blade, "Fuck up!"

She jumped at the nastiness in his voice and waited with dread as he opened the first page of her private diary, scanning It briefly. At the top was the date.

Friday 1st September 1978…

So, I'm starting Junior High next week. I hope that I don't have Mr Harris for Mathletics this semester. He literally has it in for me. He always seems to pick on me. At least I have Ms Merson as my Art Teacher again. As for my other subjects, I'll guess I'll find out on Monday. I'm hoping to try out for the Captaincy for the Netball Team. Trials start next week. I won't be able to go to the bowling alley with everyone as it clashes with the trail. But Lauren and Nicola are staying overnight with me while Diane is away to Cleveland. Lauren says she'll do my make up for me and give me some tips on doing my own make up…

Freddy flicked through the next few pages, the entries being rather mundane to him. Mainly about her studies, spending time with Michael, the rest of her so-called fucking friends. Trips to the cinema, bowling, concerts. Sleepovers with the girls.

After a few more pages an entry caught his attention, not the whole page but a paragraph…

Sunday 4th February 1979….

I don't know why…but I keep thinking about Michael. He knows that I enjoy his company, not just when we are together with Nicola, Lauren, Jack and Steven. But just me and him on our own. I'm not sure why, but it's like I get these little butterflies in my stomach when I am around him on my own. I am beginning to like him more than a friend, to care for him for more than a friend. He knows that I see him as my best friend. He has always been so kind to me, so caring. There is a warmth and gentle side to him that I am drawn to. It's as though a part of me wants us to be more than just friends…

Katherine saw his lips twitch, a low growl of discontent coming from him. She wondered what entry he was on, there was a few that contained her thoughts about Michael. Something that she knew he wouldn't be best pleased about. She saw him turn a few more pages and then settle upon another entry.

Freddy's eyes narrowed in aversion and indignation as he read.

Saturday 24TH March 1979

Oh God, I don't know what to do….

Today we were all at the nature reserve, it was a surprisingly hot, humid day for March. The guys wanted to go swimming. So, we had brought out swimming outfits. The lake was magnificent, the way the sun shimmered on the waves. I was annoyed I never brought my art pads with me. It would have been a beautiful picture.

I had swum with the girls, we just talked about the guys they were interested in. I know that from what they told me that have crushes on a few guys in their classes. They had asked me if I fancied anyone from my classes, but I said no. But I know that I am lying to them…

I have always known something was happening between me and Michael. I have always known there was this feeling that was lingering, that was starting to develop. I just pushed it to the back of my mind, but today...

Oh god.

When he walked out of that lake, dressed in his swimming trunks, the way the water trickled down his muscled chest, across his shoulders along this tone arms. Just the thought of me running my hands along them, down his chest, on down. I've never thought that I could be turned on by him…

His blades curled around the book as he slammed it shut and quickly closed the gap between them. She tried to raise her hands, to reason with him. But she knew it was useless as he let out a vicious snarl and brought the back of the diary down across her face. Hard.

She screamed and stumbled to the left and whimpered as she tried to back away, but he was faster and raised the book again and swung it again across her face, against her left cheek. The impact of the blow sent her collapsing onto the bed. The smell of smoke lingered in the air as Freddy clicked his fingers, her diary bursting into a ball of flames, and he discarded it behind him as he dove towards her. Blades raised high. She screamed and tried to scramble off the bed, then reached out for the lampshade and yanked it from the electrical socket. She cried out and smashed the ceramic base against his head, smashing it into pieces.

Freddy snarled and cursed, "Little bitch!"

His glove snatched her left ankle and violently yanked her back onto the mattress, while he grabbed a large piece of the ceramic remains and raised the tip of it, driving it downwards along her chest to leave a long deep gash below her collarbone. She screamed and aimed her right fist forward towards his face, but he jerked backwards and soon his left hand thrust forward around her throat, pinning her forcefully against the mattress.

She gagged and saw him raise his glove, the blades flicking clicking wildly. Her left hand whipped up, straining to keep his glove from her flesh. He leered and pushed his arm downwards, the distance between the tips of this talons and body reducing slowly. A squeal tore from her, and she urgently tried to push against his chest with her right hand. He glanced down at her bare arm and with a guttural growl his lips lurched down towards the skin above her wrist, his teeth baring as he dug the jagged edges hard into her skin. She screamed and yanked her arm away, gasping at the sight of a deep bite mark in her skin. But not just that, a small chunk of her flesh was missing showing the muscles beneath. Turning her petrified gaze back to him, she saw the flesh from her arm meshed in between his sharp rotten teeth as he smiled malevolently at her.

Freddy chuckled and lapped at her blood that stained his lips, then glanced over his shoulder at the few pencils that were strewn on the chest of drawers. With a flick of his head, a long pointed black coloring pencil flew towards his opened hand and he drove the lead tip of the pencil down towards her opened right palm, plunging it through the smooth flesh. It pierced through the other side, and she screamed thunderously, making him smirk with dark glee.

She sobbed and begged. "Please s-stop!"

He waved a blade at her and leered, "No, you need to learn sweetheart. You need to be taught a lesson!"

A haggard breath caught in her throat as she sobbed, and she seen him lean backwards reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Taking this as her chance, she tried to push herself back. But he then quickly straddled her hips shoving her hard down into the mattress. "You're not going anywhere, piglet!"

Her body shook violently as he spoke again, his voice tainted with malice. "Remember how I said if I caught you talking to Michael as a little girl, I would use the buckle of the belt on you? Mmm? Well, I never did, did I? Those fuckers came for me before I could properly punish you"

She whimpered hoarsely, "P-please no"

He again waved a blade in front of her face in discord, "And now you had all these little fantasies about him, how you wanted to touch him? How he fucking turned you on?" his left palm came down hard across her face once again.

Her lip quivered as she wept, tasting blood in her mouth, "You weren't about daddy!"

"It doesn't fucking matter!" he barked, "I told you before you belong to me!"

He hurriedly climbed off her shivering body and unhooked the thick brown belt from the loops on his trousers and held it in his glove, the buckle hanging floppily on the edge of the mattress. It seemed like an eternity before he eventually brought the belt upwards and swung it down, with vehemence against her chest. The buckle tore through her garment, slicing through her skin and she screamed. As he raised it again, she used all her valor to roll off the bed to the right, the buckle missing her back by inches. He cursed and prowled across to her, then without caring what part of her body he was hitting, he brought the buckle down hard. As long as the belt connected to any part of her body, that was all he wanted. She shrieked, raising her shaking hands to protect her face as the belt impacted with her ribs, back, legs, arms. The thick metal clasp of the belt sliced and carved through her skin, marring her with blood, grazing her skin. She tried to rotate away, but the belt sliced across her stomach, her chest and breasts. Her screams began to wither and die as her arms fell to her sides, her trembling body began to grow still and after one last whipping to her back Freddy dropped the belt. Noticing her body was motionless.

However, she wasn't unconscious. Her could faintly hear her faint sobbing beneath her matted hair.

He took a step towards her and examined the damage on her body, seeing fragments of her night garments torn and shredded around the sides of her waist, upper back and stomach. There were also thin tears along the upper thighs of her bottoms. Red crimson blood was faintly visible beneath the tattered material. The liquid was slowly staining her skin to his satisfaction. Flexing his blades with keenness he reached down to grasp her throat, pulling her to her feet and then discarded her face down onto the mattress.

She whimpered and cried out as he snatched her right hand, plucking the pencil from her palm and with a iniquitous smirk slid his tongue along her blood soaked flesh. A startled hiss came from her ands he shrieked loudly as he coiled her arm backwards, at a sharp angle, twisting it so hard that in one quick yank he had pulled the top bone of her arm out of the shoulder blade socket. A piercing scream erupted in the room, and she pleaded. "Stop!"

Dropping her arm, it flapped onto the mattress, and he turned her onto her back, and arched his blades backwards in excitement and with a menacing smirk dexterously sliced and carved at the skin around her collarbone, shoulder blades. Moving downwards to her upper chest. Thin ringlets of blood now tarnished her skin, and he unbuttoned her top, pushing the tattered material to her sides. Then again began to carve into her skin around the side of her waist, and around her breasts. He was purposefully leaving her stomach untouched, as he had a little idea how to mark her skin there…

Katherine felt her eyes flutter violently as she gasped, trying to breathe. Her eyes watered as tears trailed down her bruised, battered face and she felt the mattress shift as her father leaned over to the side of the bed. Suddenly the lead of the lampshade was curled around her neck, and she choked as he used his glove and burnt hand to pull the wire aggressively around her flesh, cutting off her air-supply. Her eyes went wide, rolling vehemently in their sockets and she saw him seethe with furor into her face. "Little fucking brat!"

Her head was jerked off the mattress as his grip intensified, the wire digging into her flesh so tightly that a thin stream of blood seeped from beneath it. He growled and saw her eyes flutter shut then with a curse he dropped the wire. Her limp body falling to the blood-stained mattress.

Freddy's breaths were short and sharp, the feeling of vehemence still consumed him as he stared at her inert body. A part of him wanted to do more damage to her, but he had to restrain himself. Oh, she wasn't dead, just unconscious. This was a lesson she had to learn. His eyes snapped closed, and he slithered off her body, taking a seat in the chair beside the dresser. His apathetic dark gaze settled on her body as the blood from her wounds spread across her flesh on her chest and collarbone.

He closed his eyes and moaned, fuck, that felt so good…

You really do need to control your anger Krueger

Freddy scoffed and snapped his head in the direction to his left where the demons lingered in the shadows, they had watched everything that had unfolded. "She deserved it. Little bitch. After everything I told her when she was a little girl, and she still disobeys me!"

Are you sure you can trust her? Even after this?

He nodded, "Yes. My little girl has kept her promises. She always will"

The demons conferred amongst themselves and left Krueger to his own deliberations as he attempted to pacify his anger, but it was still there. How could it not? Especially after what he read in her little diary. She had to understand that he was disappointed in her, that she didn't belong to that fucker Michael.

She was HIS.

From the very moment she was born, when she drew her first breath, she had belonged to him. Perhaps he should claim her again. His head slanted to the side as his eyes roamed her body, a vile perverted grin spread across his burnt visage as an idea formed in his mind. He had healed her wounds before, maybe he could heal something else…

Tapping his blades against his slacks he rose to his feet and clambered over her and trailed her bottoms off her limp legs. He chuckled naughtily and straddled her hips, then reached down to her neck and used a single blade to slide in between the wire and the disfigured flesh on her neck and with a flick tore the lead in two. He quickly uncurled the wire from her throat, running his scarred hand through her sweaty, dishevelled hair. Leaning back, he lifted his claw, placing a blade an inch from her forehead and with a flick of the steel her eyes snapped opened, a startled, gaunt breath escaping her throat and she softly sobbed.

Katherine shuddered and whimpered as she stared up at his cold, heartless eyes as his face loitered above her face. She snivelled and begged as he yanked her head upwards with a violent tug to her hair with his scarred hand, "Please daddy…stop! I'll do anything!"

His lips curled into a vindictive grin, "Oh, really?"

She nodded submissively, "Yes, anything!"

A dark, vile chuckle came from him as he commented, "Oh, then you won't mind if I finally claim my prize for winning our little game? Mmm?"

She frowned, confused at his statement.

"Remember, my little piggy! The big bad wolf won!" he smiled impishly and flicked his blades, training them up her side to the rim of her chin, trailing them lightly over her flesh. Teasing her. "As I said to you, anything goes!"

In her dazed, weak state she hesitantly nodded in agreement. Unaware of what she was in for. He smirked and untangled his hand in her hair letting it sink back onto the mattress. Slithering his right arm under her back, Freddy slid the glove under her garment and adeptly began to tear and reopen a few of her welts from the first vicious beating he gave her. She hissed and winced, whimpering softly as the stitches were pulled part, releasing new rivulets of blood to cascade over her already devastated flesh. She heaved a sigh of reprieve as he ceased his actions and then withdrew his talons from under the curve of her back. Her blood coated the steel and he eyed her with a cruel grin, then grabbed her left wrist with his blemished hand and yanked her arm above her head. Again, he brought his blades to her scars, the tip of a blade ripping through the stitches, but not all of them just a few.

She bit her lip, wincing softly and prayed that this was all he would do to her. That she would wake up soon. There was no way her body could take anymore…

The sound of a zipper being tugged down caught her attention and she feebly turned her face to his, seeing mischievous smile gracing his face and then she felt two of his blades curl under her pants and ripped them away from her. Her body went taut with dread and suddenly two of his coarse fingers were upon her core, sliding into her. After a moment, a warmth coursed through her loins and she puckered brow, perplexed at his actions. What was he doing to her?

Licking his lips with desire he withdrew his fingers from her and wagged them eagerly and grasped her right thigh, his fingers pinching her skin tightly. Her mouth parted as she tried to muster a word, but she instead cried out as he thrust into her with one ferocious plunge.

Her eyes watered, wide in alarm. It shouldn't be like this, not this painful. What had he done to her?

Freddy chuckled madly as he pounded into her at a frantic pace, "I told you princess…" he groaned against her neck, "Anything goes!"

She knew there and then that he had healed her, changed her back to a virgin. He was claiming her body all over again. Her body shudder beneath him as he nipped and bit at her skin around her throat, drawing speckles of blood from her flesh. He leaned up on his arms and used his left hand to push her garment to the side and with a swift lick of his lips, attacked her flesh with his jagged, sharp teeth. The tips of his teeth dug into her flesh around her collarbone, nibbling and gnashing at her skin, marking her with puncture marks. She cried and sobbed, griping his sweater with her left hand as he viciously rammed himself into her. Her head lulled back as another cry of pain tore through her as he snatched his mouth over her right breast, sucking hard and snarling as he bit down fiercely and drew blood. She groaned and felt his pace begin to quicken, thrusting into her more violently than he had ever done before. Now, she felt how the little girls would have felt when he raped them when he was alive.

She now felt used, but even in her fucked up mind, she still cared for him.

He moaned lustfully against her breast and then raised up on his arms, biting his lower lip and she heard him moan out her name in a deep snarl.

"Katherine…"

She whimpered and groaned as he gave a few more frantic vigorous thrusts as he came, then with an insane giggle he toppled on top of her body, panting frantically. He gently nudged his nose along the crook of her neck, upwards to the rim of her quivering chin. Her mouth trembled and shook as he gingerly licked at the crook of her neck, a low murmur coming from him as his nose continued to prod and trace her flesh. "I don't know about you baby girl, but that was fun! The best fuck yet!"

Her fearful gaze went towards his callous eyes as she asked, "W-why…?"

He nuzzled her throat with the tip of his nose once more and kissed her throat gently, knowing what her question was. Why did he heal her in that way? Why had he changed her into a virgin? The tip of his tongue snaked out and gracefully traced the rim of her throat, causing her to lightly moan. He smirked at her sound of approval, and then explained. "I healed you that way, because I can Katherine. Because I wanted to!"

She chewed her lip as he persisted in prodding his nose against her throat, again his serpent tongue slithered out of his mouth to tickle the flesh along the crook of her neck to her endorsement as she murmured a little moan. He chortled against her skin and kissed her lightly on the lips, "I love you baby girl"

Katherine looked up at him and knew she there and then, that she was going insane as she softly replied, "I love you too daddy"

He grinned viciously at her and withdrew himself from her body, zipping himself up. Pointing a bloodied blade at her he asserted, "I hope you have learnt your lesson tonight"

She nodded feebly.

He sneered and grasped her face with his claw, "I can't hear you!"

"Yes daddy" she quickly replied.

"Good" his gaze lowered to her untarnished stomach, where her old scars loomed and he smirked, "There is one last thing I need to do to you, honey"

A look of fear flashed across her face as he leaned back, grasping her limp right arm. He lifted it and smiled, "First, let's fix your arm. Shall we?" he grinned cruelly, "Now, this will hurt!"

There was a piercing scream from her as he shoved the joint of her arm back into the socket of the shoulder blade. He closed his eyes, relishing in her scream and he moaned, "That's what I like to hear, princess!"

She grunted, hissing through her fatigued breathing and saw through her tears his knives reach for her stomach. The points of his steel claw sliced and slashed along her stomach, but he appeared to be consciously carving something into her skin. She snivelled, whimpering and finally saw him pull his claw back from her stomach as he admired his handy work.

The mattress dipped as he climbed from her weakened body, then gently took her by her shoulders to haul her to her feet. Her legs near buckled from under her, but he held her aloft and twisted her around to face the tall mirror. To come face to face with her bruised, bloodied body. Her face was bruised, cuts marring her lips from his vicious slaps. Her chest and breasts were littered with bite marks, lacerations and welts form the belt. There were other slashes along her ribcage and her waist and along her bare arms. About three of her stitches were now severed opened on her right arm, the blood trickling down her arm and along her fingertips. She could even feel the blood dribbling down her back from her other ruptured stitches. In the palm of her right hand was small gaping hole where the pencil had been driven into. In between the apex of her thighs, she saw the red crimson liquid that had flowed from her entrance.

She had honestly believed the first vicious beating he gave her was bad, but THIS was far worse. Finally, she dropped her gaze towards her stomach and frowned in bewilderment. He had carved words into her stomach.

Freddy snickered at her expression of puzzlement and tightened his grip on her shoulders, "Now, when you wake up your wounds will be gone. But…." His left hand traced over her left arm, brushing over the bloodied stitches he had ripped apart minutes before. "These will remain, along with the other ones that have been ripped opened on your back. A little reminder for you to obey me princess. I don't want you to EVER think of that cunt Michael in that way ever again!"

Her void, listless eyes looked towards his in the mirror and she nodded, "Yes daddy"

He smirked and then looked down at her stomach, then back to her. "Tomorrow night, wear a nightdress, okay?"

She agreed and nodded, "Yes daddy"

He lifted his claw from her shoulder and flicked his blades, and soon the sides of her pyjama bottoms were pulled part by an invisible force to reveal the words that were carved into her stomach. He kissed her hair tenderly and asked, "What does that say?"

Katherine held back a sob and whispered.

"Daddy's little girl"

x x x

Katherine sat up slowly, her body groggy and disorientated from her dream. Instantly she became immersed with apprehension at what state her body would be in. Even though he had said that he would heal her wounds, she could immediately feel the blood trickling down her back and on her left arm. She wept quietly as she lifted her left arm from under the cover, tugging the sleeve up slightly and saw the crimson liquid oozing over her stitches and scars. She studied the wounds, seeing there were at least three long stitches that had been ripped opened below her elbow. The black sutures were plucked, shredded away. As she raised her right arm to touch her wounds, she felt a dull ache from her shoulder blade. Frowning she rolled her right shoulder a few times and then winced as she twisted her back, feeling the stinging sensation from the bleeding stitches on her back. How many had he ripped apart there? She knew she had to create an explanation as to why her wounds had been ripped opened. Perhaps she could say they were annoying her, and were itchy and irritating her? It was true to a certain extent that they had been slightly prickly the last day or so. But she had resisted the urge to scratch them. Maybe she could allude that they were not being looked after, properly cleaned as they should have been.

She then pushed down the covers down her legs she let out a little cry of alarm at the sensation of the blood between her legs. Of course, she had expected it, but not to this extent. Her brown orbs glared in horror at the liquid that had saturated the material of her bottoms and the bed covers and she knew that it had soaked into the mattress beneath. "Oh god…." She whispered hoarsely and then swung her legs over the edge of the bed and gently placed her feet on the cold floor. Shakily she rose to her feet and twisted around to the bed, pulling the sheets from the edge of the bed to reveal the mattress beneath. Just like she knew a large patch of blood had stained it. "Fuck!" How in god's name was she going to explain this?

Closing her eyes, she mused over what the reason would be, then frowned in dismay. It would be the only plausible explanation. God, it would be so embarrassing to explain it to the Nurse. But she had to. Her gaze fell to her bloodied bottoms and as she moved her legs, she felt a tenderness around the apex of her thighs. She prayed that there would be no bruising around the peak of her thighs. But then again, it wasn't as though he was taking it easy on her? He was so fierce, powerful as he took her all over again. She felt as she was being torn apart as he ravaged her. God only knew what those poor little girls felt when he took their innocence. They were so small, so little. They would have had no idea what was happening to them.

Holding back a sob she lowered her gaze towards her stomach and the image of them incisions on her skin flashed before her. The lacerations spelling out the words…Daddy's Little Girl.

Maybe she was his little girl, she always was. But that didn't mean he was going to push her about, tell her what to think or feel. Especially regarding her feelings towards Michael. Did he not realize that her sentiments and feelings towards Michael was what normal teenaged girls felt towards boys? And as for having fantasies, they were a normal part of growing up. She was sure that he had fantasies about his own classmates when he was a teenager.

Heaving a long-agitated sigh, she reached down to the rim of her pyjama shirt and pulled up the rim, bracing herself for any signs of wounds from the lacerations or the welts from the impact of the buckle of the belt. Thankfully there were none. Just her old white scars from when she was a little girl. He was right for once; he had healed her wounds. Raising her right hand, she gently trailed her fingertips along the flesh on her throat, collarbone and dipped it under the top of her garment, skimming lightly over her breasts. There were no bite marks. She had always thought the impact of the belt on her back the first time was bad, but that beating was a hundred times worse.

Turning towards the door she precariously walked out of the room, taking a quick glance at the clock- the time reading 4.30am. As she entered the darkened hallway, she let her eyes adjust to the darkness and cautiously walked down towards the security door at the far end of the corridor. Once there she raised her hands, tightening them into fists and slammed them against the glass pane. Once, twice, three times.

She took a step back waiting a minute or so for someone to appear. Again, she raised her fists and slammed harder against the glass and shouted, "Hello?"

Her head twisted around towards the ceiling where the security camera was affixed in the middle. Taking a step forward she frantically waved her arms, hoping that whoever was at the nurse's station would look at the security cameras and see her. And they did as the sound of footsteps behind her made her whirl back towards the security door. It was Nurse Andrews.

Katherine felt her cheeks go flush with embarrassment as Nurse Andrews unlocked the door, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head and carefully placed her hands over her crotch area, covering the blood, "Uh…no. I have ripped opened my stitches" she looked momentarily at her left arm and saw Nurse Andrews do likewise. "They were itchy. Also, the stitches on my back have been torn opened too. They were annoying me"

Andrews frowned, "Oh god. I'll have to take you to the treatment room"

Katherine shifted nervously on her feet and shakily withdrew her hands from her front, revealing the dark stains. "And…my um, you know has come. I must have lost track"

The woman glanced down at Katherine's thighs and gave a small nod, understanding. "Don't worry. I'll check the medical storeroom for any sanitary pads"

"I might need a new mattress…." Katherine felt even more humiliated, "I'm sorry!"

"Hey, don't worry!" the nurse reassured and took a step towards her and gently wrapped her right arm around her shoulders. "We'll get everything sorted, okay?"

Katherine nodded meekly and walked at the nurse's side down the corridor, passing the orderlies' station where Max sat studying the security cameras with interest. He looked up and soon a look of worry crossed his face as the sight of blood that marred Katherine's left arm. "What happened?"

She avoided his concerned face and heard the nurse speak on her behalf, "Her stitches were itchy. She accidentally tore some of them opened. Also, a few on her back too"

Max rose to his feet and walked around the back of the desk to them both, then froze in alarm as his eyes lowered to the blood on the young girl's bottoms. He looked over at Andrews, waiting for an explanation.

"It's you know…" Andrews saw the mortified look on Katherine's face as she glared despondently at the floor, "Listen, can you maybe change the bed, she'll need a new mattress. Is Dr Willis still on duty?"

"Yes, I'll get her to meet you at the treatment room" he took a step back to the desk and reached over the screens to a small black phone and lifted the receiver.

Katherine finally spoke up, her voice low and hoarse, "I'm so sorry about this"

"Don't worry, we'll get everything sorted" He replied, then lowered his voice as a person answered the phone.

Katherine swallowed hard and followed Nurse Andrews down the corridor, then left into the next hallway towards the treatment. Once inside she hesitantly waited at the first bed. Nurse Andrews turned pulled the curtains halfway around the bed area, then asked. "Do you need any help with taking off your clothes?"

"No" Katherine shook her head, "I should be okay"

She smiled, "Good. I'm just going to get some fresh clothes for you. It'll be just the standard patient clothes just until you get back to your room. Dr Willis will be down to stitch up your old wounds. Then I'll bring you down to the shower rooms"

The nurse slipped passed the curtains and tugged them around a little more, concealing Katherine. She looked at her hands, seeing them quivering vehemently and with a long deep laboured breath she began to tug down her bottoms, cringing at the feel of the blood around her thighs. Her dazed gaze was set upon the crimson liquid that marred an inch or so below the edge of her pants that was also soaked in blood. As the bottoms gathered around her feet, she slowly stepped out of them and then lightly traced the edge of her pants. Then let her hands fall to her sides. As she was about to take of her top, she heard the door to the room opened and then there was a rustle as the curtains were pulled apart and she twisted around to see a black-haired woman, dressed in a pair of black trousers, white shirt and white doctor's coat.

"Hi, Katherine, I'm Dr Willis" the woman gave a pleasant smile, "Max said your stitches were causing you trouble. That you have ripped them opened?"

"Yes" again Katherine felt her face redden, "I'm sorry, but they were irritating me all night. I'm not sure how many I have ripped opened. Also…" her head nodded once down at her pants, "I had an accident"

Dr Willis took a step towards her and lightly placed a warm hand on her shoulder, "I understand. Are they usually this heavy?"

"Yeah, I just forgot it was due" Katherine shrugged.

The door to the room opened again and Katherine heard a set of footsteps hurry about the room, gathering items from drawers and cabinets. Soon, the sound of a table being pushed approached the curtains and Nurse Andrews pulled the blue fabric back and pushed forward a medical trolley, which had various items - pair of blue surgical gloves, several thick gauzes, medical wipes, a sanitized needle and a small metal tray that held ten long thin black sutures, each of them varying in length. After being thanked by the doctor, Andrews left the room going back to assist Max.

Katherine unbuttoned her top and winced as she slowly pulled down her left sleeve, the material rubbed against her wounds as she discarded it form her body. Dr Willis sighed sullenly at the sight of her arm and back. "I'll start on your back first, okay?"

The girl nodded grimly and watched as Dr Willis pulled on the gloves and grabbed a handful of wipes and turned her attention to her back. There were fifteen lacerations on her back, with four of them that were now torn opened. The black stitches were plucked away, and her skin was now red and blotchy. Around the edges of the scars there were a few various scratches. Dr Willis gently placed the first wipe against her skin, leisurely trailing it along the flesh to wipe away the liquid. Katherine bit hard down on her tongue, wincing at the discomfort. After a few minutes, the doctor had finished cleaning her wounds and had thrown the used wipes into a nearby bin. The doctor then lifted a few gauzes and gently touched the area around her stitches, wiping away the remains of the sutures from the welts that were reopened. Then next she lifted the silver needle and one of the long sutures, pushing the tip of the suture into the eye of the needle then methodically began to close her ruptured wounds.

Katherine stared grimly at the blue curtains that surrounded the bed, a surge of anger began to overpower her as she thought back to her dream. How the hell could he do that to her again? Wasn't beating her enough with that belt for him? And as for strangling her with that lead? Oh god, even now she could feel the lead cutting into her flesh. She knew now how her mother felt when he was throttling her to death. It appeared that everything she did now he would try and find some criticism, something that he could use as a reason to beat her.

Minutes ticked by and she failed to noticed Dr Willis beginning to work on her wounds on her left arm. The doctor puckered brow as she studied the four lacerations that were ripped opened, "This may take quite a few stitches to heal over this time. You must have scratched it really hard"

She blinked, coming out of her vacant trance and lowered her gaze to her left arm and scrutinized the opened wounds. Noticing that the doctor was referring to. The four lacerations around her lower part of her arm looked deeper than they were originally. Her father had not just torn apart the stitched but had dug his blades deeper into her skin and had made it thicker and wider.

"We'll just have to manage your wounds more carefully. I'll put a note in your file to come here twice a day. We'll clean them twice a day and if you are still finding them irritating during the day, you can ask one of the orderlies to bring you here" Dr Willis explained.

She gave a sheepish nod and gritted her teeth as the Doctor slowly began to stitch the remaining lacerations that were ruptured. Nurse Andrews soon appeared from behind the curtains and held out two large thick rolls of bandages and a small roll of medical adhesive tape. Katherine glanced at them and then heard Dr Willis speak again, "We'll give you fresh bandages to wear every few days. You'll need to change them for the next ten days to two weeks"

"Can I get some painkillers please?" Katherine whispered, "It's a little sore"

"Yes"

Katherine waited patiently as the Doctor gently wrapped the white bandage around her freshly stitched wounds. It was a few more moments until she was finished, ensuring there were at least three layers wrapped around her arm and then several small pieces of adhesive tape were lined along the edges of the bandages, tightly securely the dressing on her arm. She turned towards Andrews as she held out two white tablets a plastic cup of water. Taking them eagerly in her hands Katherine swallowed the medication and drained every drop of the water.

It didn't take long for the wounds on her back to be enfolded by more fresh bandages, the material was stretched under her breasts and around her stomach. While several layers were stretched up her upper back and was again secured with the adhesive tape.

"Are you able to move your arm and back? Your upper arms?"

Katherine gently rolled her left arm, lifting it up a little then down. It was a little stiff. She then rotated her back to the left, then to the right and nodded slowly. "It's okay. It's not that bad"

"That is good I'll arrange for one of the nurses to collect you at 3pm to get your wounds treated to again. We will do this twice a day, 9.30am in the morning and then about 3 or 4pm" Dr Willis offered a reassuring smile. "Nurse Andrews will bring you to the shower rooms. I will get rid of your night clothes"

Katherine turned around and was given a white cotton robe. After pulling it on she followed the nurse out of the room, not before taking one last glance at Dr Willis who was noting down some comments in her file. She knew that Sandra would be handed that once she arrived in the hospital. God knows what she would ask her at their therapy session.

She soon found herself entering the shower area and saw Andrews venture over to a small wooden cabinet and took out a few bottles of shampoo and shower gel, along with a white sponge, Plus a large grey towel. "I will be back in twenty minutes. I'll get some clothes for you"

The nurse quickly left the room and Katherine sluggishly walked across the tiled floor to a small square mirror and stared glumly at her reflection. Even though as he rightly said, there was no wounds she could still see in her mind the busted lips and the hand marks across her cheeks. Even now she could sense the burn mark and the thin line of blood around her neck. Her eyes constricted sharply in ire. There she was the last week or so keeping all those secrets for him and this was how he treated her? So, what if she drew a picture of her mother? She was in Central City; she had a whole new life. She was not in his care. Her fingernails dug into her palms as her fingers recoiled tightly and she lifted her right fist, ready to aim it against the mirror to try and release her rage. But ceased her actions, what was the point? The mirror wasn't breakable, she had seen these types of mirrors in the bathrooms of the care home. They were made of acrylic and were extremely hard to crack.

Spinning around she quickly made her way to the end cubicle and discarded her white robe on the ground. She lifted the shower gel and white sponge that was sitting in front of the door and entered, taking the sliver shower spray. After adjusting the taps to get the perfect water temperature she squirted a blob of shower gel onto the sponge and progressively began to rub the soapy sponge over her thighs. It didn't take long for the warm water to cleanse away the red stains and her eyes narrowed as she ran the spray over the apex of her thighs. Soon, she began to sob as she eyed the faint blueish, black bruises around the top of her thighs and around the area at the top of her entrance. She sneered and hissed, hoping that he would hear her. "Damn you!"

Using her left hand, she gently trailed her fingers along her vagina and winced, feeling tenderness around there. Blinking back her tears she switched off the taps, not bothering to place back the spray handle and quickly got herself dressed into the fresh pants, a pair of grey jogging bottoms and matching plain t-shirt that had the letters WH embroidered on the top right-hand side of the garment. She looked down at the toiletries that Andrews had left for her and lifted them, stuffing them into her pockets.

She knew that she would be in a fool mood for the reminder of the day, partly due to what he had done to her. But also, the fact that Sandra would quiz her about her scars. Then she had Michael visiting in the afternoon. It was going to be a long fucking day.

Later that morning.

Katherine held out her last remaining night garment, a knee length white cotton nightdress. It was plain with a decorative embroidery across the chest area. It wasn't anything special, but it would have to do him. If not, then she didn't really care. She folded it under her new fresh pillow and thought back to when she had arrived back at the room after her shower. Max and Nurse Andrews had just finished replacing her mattress and were fixing her quilt overs. She had apologized again, but Max had brushed it off. Insisting that they had worked in the hospital for so long that they had seen various incidents in this place involving other patients.

She heard footsteps approach her room and turned to the doorway as Max entered, "Hi, Dr Turner is ready for you"

Katherine gave a half-hearted shrug and walked over to him. Her mood hadn't picked up from earlier and she doubt it would anytime soon.

Max glanced at her and noticed her irritated disposition. "Are you okay?"

"Just not having a good day, I guess" she followed him towards the security door, and they soon went through it. As the corridor where the therapy rooms came into view, she saw Sandra waiting at the doorway for her. The moment the older woman saw her left arm, a displeased frown crossed her features. Katherine sighed; she wasn't aware yet of what had happened.

Max glimpsed at Katherine, then explained to Sandra, "She accidentally ripped opened a few of her stitches last night. And there are some on her back too. Nurse Andrews found her about 4.30am this morning in the corridor. There should be a note in her file"

Sandra glanced at the clipboard under her arm. She hadn't even bothered to check for any updated or any new notes regarding Katherine. Her eyes turned towards Katherine and saw the young woman looking despairingly at the floor. Was she telling the truth? She looked incredibly on edge. But her father had lost her powers, right? Maybe she was telling the truth? She saw Katherine enter the room and the girl rushed over to her seat as Sandra closed the door.

As she settled in her seat, Sandra was ready to question the girl, but Katherine interrupted. Her voice was low. Passive. "I know what you are going to ask Sandra. I didn't fall asleep last night. My stitches were itchy, they have been the last day or so. I guess I'm not getting them checked regularly enough. Maybe I should be. That happens doesn't it, yes? Stitches can get sore, enflamed, and you can easily rip them open?"

She nodded, "Yes Katherine that is true" her eyes lowered to the clipboard, and she quickly looked through the pages and saw the newest comments that Dr Willis had written. "And you've had your…?"

"Yes" Katherine replied quickly, "I just lost track of the days"

"You do know Katherine, that you can talk to me about anything?" Sandra tried to get the girl to listen, "Anything that he has been doing to you no matter what, you can tell me"

Her eyes locked upon Sandra's, and she shook her head. This was a personal battle she had to fight, "I keep repeating myself. Nothing has happened"

Sandra crossed her arms, studying the girl's face. Especially around her eyes, there was no weariness on her face. She was a little on edge, but she looked refreshed. The girl was lying, she knew it. If only she would listen to her, and not to her bastard of a father? Her lips pursed together, and she said in a calm voice, "I am going to say again, you must stop listening to him. I know that you aren't telling me the whole truth. I'm not sure what he is doing, but you must tell me!"

Katherine held her pensive stare and her voice was vacuous as she replied the same response as before, "Nothing has happened"

Sandra shook her head in disbelief. It was like she was talking to herself. The girl wouldn't listen.

"What are you going to say to Dr Simms?" Katherine questioned, "I know that you have to give her brief summary of what we've been talking about"

"I've a few things to tell her. Basically, you've just been telling me your experiences, your dreams. I am going to put forward that I have discussed the idea of cognitive behavioral therapy with you, as a treatment to change the way you are thinking. If she asks you about it, you must agree with me. Even begin to hint that you are coming around to the idea that you are imagining these dreams and that you are finally seeing them as what they are, just dreams. As I said it may be only way you can be released from here"

Katherine nodded, "Will I be given any medication?"

"I'm not sure. Dr Simms still hasn't said anything to me. But once I find out I'll tell you right away. If Dr Simms decides to talk to you on your own, you must say that you've had time to think about your condition. You must slowly begin to dismiss the claims you made over the last weeks about people being murdered by your father in your dreams. If you begin to come around to her way of thinking and take the medication, there is a good possibility you can leave here. I can reach out to Dr Murray and ask her to refer you to a facility in Central City. But it may take a few weeks"

"So, I have to lie, pretend?" Katherine gave a little scoff. She was good at doing that.

"Yes" Sandra nodded.

"Did you stay awake last night?" Katherine asked.

"Yes, I drifted off for a few hours. Michael woke up me around 1am"

Katherine felt her body tense, then questioned again. "What about Michael and the others?"

"Michael slept from about 1.30am to about 4am. I kept watch on him. He phoned the rest of them this morning, they took turns sleeping. Again, none of them had any dreams" Sandra responded and studied her face quietly. Trying to discern if Katherine was going to react in a strange way.

Katherine raised her eyebrows, in fake surprise. "Really? No-one had any dreams?"

"No" Sandra shook her head swiftly. "I've managed to get Dr Simms to allow you have to three visitors this morning. But only for twenty minutes I'm afraid"

Katherine frowned, a little disappointed. "Why that length of time? Who is coming with Michael?"

"Hospital rules" she answered the first question, then continued. "Nancy and Kristen"

"Is there anyway that you could contact Michael before he comes? I need some more fresh clothes if he could get them from the dormitory on the campus?" Katherine gave a little laugh, "I'm surprised we haven't been booted off the campus yet. We've hardly been to any classes!"

"I think that should be the last thing you should be worried about" Sandra explained, "I'll phone Michael when I leave here. Is there anything you particularly want?"

"Fresh underwear, jeans, t-shirts and a few nightdresses please"

Sandra rose an eyebrow in bewilderment at the last item. "Nightdresses?"

"Yes" Katherine's voice was stern, "I don't like wearing my day clothes during the night"

Sandra took a mental note of the items and they both rose to their feet, leaving the room. Their session was finished to Katherine's relief. Although Sandra was dissatisfied with the lack of time spent with Katherine. She had hoped to try and talk more sense into the girl about her father's dominance that she knew he was asserting over her once again. But all she could do was offer one last piece of advice and placed her right hand on Katherine's right arm, "Please remember what I said to you about HIM, stop listening to what he says!"

Katherine held her gaze and gave a curt nod, hoping this would suffice and to her relief Sandra loosened her grip on her arm and gave a little smile, leaving her as she turned to head to her office. The rest of the day went by as quickly as her therapy session. Thankfully her mood had perked up a little when visiting time had arrived and just like Sandra had promised, Michael had brought over a small backpack containing new fresh clothes. Kristen and Nancy had accompanied him just like Sandra had mentioned and all three were disturbed by the sight of her bandages. She had swiftly told them that she had ripped her stitches opened by accident during the night and they seemed to be accepting of this.

The time when they spent in the visiting room, Katherine's thoughts couldn't help but wander to her dream and specifically the way her father reacted about her own personal diary. All those sentiments and desires about Michael were private. They belonged to her; it wasn't any of his business what she felt towards someone else. It was normal for her to experience those deliberations about a boy. Even when she was glancing at Nancy and Kristen as they chatted to her, she felt her mind drifting back to one of Nancy's encounters with her father a few weeks back. It was when Nancy was given that message from him to relay to her. About their 'playtime'. She noticed from Nancy's posture and body language that something must have happened to her. She was shaking and seemed like she was distressed by whatever had happened to her in the dream. Had her father touched her inappropriately?

If so, then he was a fucking hypocrite. There he was hitting and shouting at her for having sensuous desires about Michael. While all the time he was attracted to other girls himself. She knew that when he was alive, he had raped little girls, he was a sexual predator. He probably felt some attraction towards Nancy, Kristen and Taryn. Of course, it was a different sort of desire he had towards them. He had wanted to overpower them, destroy their innocence, he only cared for his own sexual satisfaction whenever he went after his victims when he sexually abused them. But still it was some type of attraction. Why could he not understand that her own attraction was natural, it was her being a regular teenager? It was what all teenagers went through. What was she supposed to do, ignore it?

What surprised her about her visiting time was that for once they never asked her about her dreams and they had a normal conversation. Mainly about their hobbies, music, films they enjoyed. Their proms and their friends from High School. It felt good to talk about something else, and for once in a long time Katherine had laughed. Not a forced laugh. It was natural.

x x x

Katherine now sat on her single bed in her room; the remainder of the day went by in a blur. She was now changed into her nightdress and had pulled across the curtains. The time was just a little past 8pm. Too early for lights out, but she wanted to confront him as soon as possible. She was still aggrieved by her father's actions last night and she knew that she had to refrain herself from shouting at him. But she knew would be no stopping her when she would begin to tell him how she really felt.

She leaned backwards and her eyelids instantly grew heavy as her hair touched the pillow and with a strong deep breath, she allowed them to close, sleep overpowering her. Gradually the bed began to morph into a damp lawn, the blades of grass were dead, withered away. Her head rolled to the left and a low groan came from her at the sensation of the wet grass on her back. Her eyelids fluttered and then snapped opened as she fully came to into the dream. Across from her was her old home on Elm Street. The decimated building loomed above her as she lay at the edge of the lawn, near the sidewalk. Pushing herself to her left, she scrambled to her knees and wearily looked about the dark, misty street. Her gaze soon landed on the red door of her house that was shut. There wasn't even any of his ghostly victims singing that haunting jump rope song. She sulked and rose to her feet, wondering where he was? Was he avoiding her again?

Clenching her fists at her side she marched angrily across the devastated lawn and stepped up to the door, grabbing the handle firmly and with a snarl she tugged and yanked it. To her wrath it was locked, the handle wouldn't even twist. She took a few steps back and looked to her right at the boarded-up window, then up at her old bedroom window. There was no way in. Neither mind that she had no inkling that he was in there, he could be anywhere in the dream.

Taking another step back onto the cracked path she looked to her left, then felt something sharp and pointed trailed down the middle of her back from below her shoulder blades. She whirled around, holding back a shriek as he stood before her. He lifted his right arm, his blades wiggling as he waved in her direction as she staggered backwards to her left onto the lawn. His cold blue eyes lowered to her left arm, specifically the new dressings that covered her cuts and he chortled darkly, "So, what did you tell them fuckers?"

She took a palliative breath and suddenly tensed as he approached her and tapped his claw against her arm, waiting for her response. Dropping her gaze temporarily to her arm, she began. "I said that I had ripped opened my stitches by accident. That they were irritating me. The same with the welts on my back"

A cruel smirk graced his face, and he brought the tips of his claw to the rim of her nightdress, tugging it upwards to her distaste as she tried to step back. But his left hand was faster, whipping up to grasp the back of her neck to hold her still. She swallowed thickly as the edge of her nightdress as pulled upwards and he then twisted two blades and tapped them lightly against the inside of her right thigh. "And…?"

She felt her cheeks go flush in awkwardness, "I uh…told them that I had you know…" her eyes avoided his pensive stare.

He titled his head to the side, pretending not to comprehend. But he knew exactly what she meant.

Katherine huffed, "Figure it out!"

Freddy gave a nasty laugh and withdrew his blades from under her night garment, then began to approach their old home. She took her opportunity and spun around to him as he was ready to reach for the door handle. "You know…." She hissed, "I had a think about last night and you're nothing but a hypocrite!"

He froze and twisted around, a slight sneer tugging at his lips as he continued to listen to her.

"You went reading through MY private diary, reading my intimate experiences I was going through. All these new sensations that I was having, something I have never felt towards a boy. I was just doing what any normal sixteen-year-old girl would do, writing their feelings down in their diary! So, what if I had feelings and desires for someone? I mean it's not as though I haven't found other people attractive, film stars, musicians! There were even some boys in my class that I had crushes on before I knew how I really felt about Michael!" she felt her voice starting to rise, her hands clenching at her sides. All her frustrations were coming out as her eyes constricted in rage at him. "Oh, and I'm sure you've had feelings for girls when you were my age! Even now I'm sure you have desires for Nancy, Kristen and Taryn! But when I am writing my own private feelings, thoughts, I'm not allowed to! I nearly get beaten to death! It's not fucking fair! It's like I'm not allowed to think, to feel anything!"

There was a slink of blades as he sprayed his talons wide and fully turned towards her, the sneer was gone, and his face was of absolute vehemence as he marched towards her. She cautiously took a step back, preparing for his attack as he swung his left opened hand down towards her face. But she ducked and backed away, "No! Stop it!"

Freddy spun back to her and again raised his hand, brining it down and this time it connected to her right cheek hard. She screamed and stumbled backwards, catching her breath as she shouted, "Stop hitting me!"

He snatched her throat with his left hand and squeezed hard, making her gag and she thrashed against his body as he drew her close. Her right knee then sharply drove upwards striking him firmly in his crotch. He stifled a groan and as his grip loosened, she wrestled his glove from her flesh and stumbled back. But he gathered his composure and struck her again with his left hand that was now clenched into a tight fist.

Her body fell backwards onto the lawn, and she whimpered and scrambled away on her knees, the nightdress being marred with wet mud. She then rolled around with urgency, expecting him to be towering above her. But to her astonishment and immense relief he was gone.

Raising her hands to her face she expected to feel blood, but thankfully there was none. She wearily looked about the quiet street, swirling around once looking for any sign of him. Where did he go to now?

"You need to stop making him angry!"

Katherine yelped and swirled around to the owner of the soft voice. Her little apparition greeted her as she sat perched on her old bicycle, the pink and purple streamers on each handlebar floated in the light breeze. The little girl smiled up at her, again dressed in the same garments as her. Little Katherine pushed her feet down on the pedals and rode over to her from the edge of the pavement. "You always seem to make him angry!"

She bent forward towards her younger self and sighed, "Well, he needs to stop pushing me about. He must understand that I have feelings, emotions! What he read in diary was normal. What am I meant to do, ignore those feelings?"

The little girl gave a sad smile.

"Where did go to?" Katherine gave a vigilant glance at the street.

"He's away to release his anger" she replied eerily.

"Release his anger?" Katherine grew cold, rigid. She didn't like the sound of that. Throwing a look over at her old home she then asked, "Can you help me get inside?"

"Yep!" Little Katherine chirped and hopped off her bike. She walked down the path to the door with Katherine pursing her and as she stepped up to the door, there was a small click as if the door was being unlocked. Then it creaked opened.

Katherine scoffed in disbelief, "What the hell?"

"There you go!" her little apparition giggled mischievously, "You can go inside now!"

She quickly shook her head, chuckling in disbelief and entered the house. Her eyes darted about vigilantly as she walked into the living room and stood for a few moments, pondering on what to do to past the time until her father arrived back. She knew the main purpose of tonight was to discover who he had been killing. Her mind meandered back to the other week when he had showed her that black book that had those decimated corpses carved onto the front. Inside those pages were the cadavers of Tina, Rod, Will and little Lauren. He was bound to have filled those pages with more of his victims, even his new ones. But it was in his room in the basement. Her eyes averted to her little self as she stood at her side, "Are you able to open the door to that room in the basement?"

The little child tilted her head to the side and quickly shook it in discord, then in a blink of an eye she vanished.

"Shit!" Katherine moaned in frustration. There had to be some way she could pry open the lock. A knife, something sharp to pick the lock or perhaps a brick or other heavy object to crack the lock. Her eyes veered towards the archway that led to the kitchen and she scurried forward to the counter, pulling opened the top cutlery drawer and rummage through the old dusty cutlery. Pushing to the side the forks, spoons and blunt knives until she found a small black steak knife.

Soon she found herself at the door to the secret room and pushed the tip of the steak knife into the groove of the lock, twisting and turning it slightly. But the locking mechanism wouldn't click or turn. She cursed and threw the knife behind her and leaned against the railing of the stairs. To her left she noticed a tall shelf and advanced towards it, scouring the items on the four shelves. There were a few old tins of fence paint, brushes, garden sheers, gloves, cracked flowerpots and then she finally saw several old screw drivers, boxes of nails and screws and a grey hammer.

"Got ya!" she beamed and snatched the hammer in her right hand, venturing back towards the heavy silver lock. She raised the hammer's head and swung it downwards, several times until she heard a crack and she smiled broadly. Unhooking the shattered lock, she threw it behind her and then slid opened the bar to the left and pulled the heavy door opened. She quickly rushed over to the bench to the left and bent down to pull out the large heavy steel box underneath. Popping open the lid she pushed the two top books to the side and then eagerly reached in for the newest scrapbook. Taking a fleeting glance at the doorway she placed the book on the bench and then thought of the number of victims he had killed, the children of the parents who had murdered him. From what she could remember there was eleven and then Roger Lane. So, she had to count past twelve pages before she could find out who were his new victims.

Using the tips of her finger she pulled back twelve pages and then turned them over, expecting to see a new corpse. But to her discouragement the page was blank. Her bottom pouted slightly, and she swiftly turned to the next page, then the next. Again nothing. She slowly turned each page until she came to the end of the book, and she mumbled quietly, "There has to be something!"

With a muffled curse she went back through the pages she had visited until she came to a page that had the mutilated remains of a man, she knew it was Roger Lane. His chest was punctured with four deep stab wounds. She shivered and turned the page to the next blank one and moped in displeasure, how was she ever going to find out who he had murdered?

Unexpectedly she felt a pair of strong lean arms curl around her waist, and she jumped, gasping softly. She looked down as the bladed glove and burnt hand of her father coiled around her stomach, and his chest was pressed tightly against her back as he pinned her body against the edge of the bench. Freddy craned his face down slightly to the left side of her face, his lips parting as his tongue slithered out to lick along the edge of her jaw to the shell of her ear. He then murmured, "What are you up to, mmm?"

She bit down on her tongue, trying not to moan at the touch of his tongue on her flesh and she took a deep breath as her eyes suddenly noticed fresh blood and grazed flesh coating his blades. He lightly drummed them against her stomach and then brought the blood-splattered glove to the blank page in front her of and tapped it lightly. Smearing the page with blood and bodily fluids.

Katherine grew rigid, concerned to speak out of turn. But to her relief he seemed more passive than earlier, and she knew why, judging from the flesh and blood on his claw. That was why her little apparition had said he had gone to release his anger. He had killed someone, instead of inflicting more violence upon her. She took a deep breath and then finally answered him. "I know that you've been killing people. But why aren't they here…" she nodded at the book, "in this book?"

He smirked against her hair, feeling a state of euphoria after his recent kill. Kissing her cheek lightly he whispered, "Oh, don't worry princess, you'll find out!"

She twisted her head around slightly and glared at him, "Are you going to tell me? You said you would!"

"Oh, did I?" he chucked, "I said you would find out. That doesn't mean that I would tell you"

She frowned, "Then how am I going to find out?"

"You'll see soon enough" he moved slightly, pressing his body closer to hers to her discomfort. She slowly began to wiggle against him, but he chortled impishly at her resistance and watched with a wicked grin as she whirled her head away from his and bucked her back against his chest. Trying to push him from her. But he stood rigid, unflinching. After a few moments of writhing against him, she eased off and stopped. He smiled triumphantly and to her astonishment he began to take off his glove, passing it to his left hand where he left it at the far end of the bench. Just what was he going to do now?

He lifted his hands to the side of her waist and held her still as he grounded his ever-growing arousal against her backside. Her mouth parted in revulsion as this crude act and she shook her head, again starting to thrash against him. "What are you doing?! Stop it!"

Quickly, his hands snapped up to snatch her arms and gripped them tightly and with a guttural growl tainted with a malicious undertone he hissed into her ear. "Make me!"

Her body shivered at the tone of his voice, as though she had secretly enjoyed the way he spoke to her in that manner. She grimaced as he began to grind himself against her again, then eased off as he stated. "You know, I may find those little bitches attractive…" she knew he was referring to her heated spat with him on the front lawn. "But you are far more beautiful than them whores! You always will be to me! Why would I need them, when I have you to play with every night?"

A startled cry came from her as his right hand clasped a fistful of her hair and he forced her face down onto the bench. She snarled and tried to twist her head to the left, but she whimpered as he pushed harder, and the right side of her check impacted with the wood with a small thud. His left hand slithered under her nightdress and fervidly groped at her behind. "Don't! Stop it!" she screamed.

Instinctively, her left hand reached out to the glove feet from her, but an invisible force slid it away from her before her fingers could touch it. "No, you don't baby girl" her father warned.

She squealed in disgust and used all her might to push against his hand that held her face down. But he pressed her head firmly against the wood and soon another type of pressure began to hold her down as he untangled hand from her messy hair.

"Let me go!" she seethed through her sobs.

"Sshh" he cooed and leaned forward, his face hovering over the side of her face and he kissed her forehead lightly, "I just want to try something"

She sniffled and felt his right and slithered down under her the rim of her nightdress and lift it upwards around her waist. She begged, "Stop please!"

Ignoring her he hastily ripped apart her pants and she trembled under his touch as both his hands reached around the front of her thighs, towards her core. She chewed her lips uneasily as he used the tips of his right fingers to slide along her folds. While his left hand began to work on her sensitive bud, massaging it at a leisurely pace. She clamped her brown orbs shut and made a low mewing sound that soon changed in pitch to a soft moan. The tenseness that had gripped her body, began to melt and soon her legs began to slacken as she relaxed against the bench. Freddy smiled down at her and slid two of his fingers into her, gliding them in and out slowly.

As he picked up the sped of his fingers she moaned more loudly in approval, and he could see the faint smile grow across her face beneath the tresses of her hair. He cackled roguishly and bent down to kiss her lips, "Good girl"

She suddenly frowned in annoyance as he withdrew his hands from under her nightdress, not allowing her to get her release. Her eyes snapped opened, and she glared up at him noticing that he was now looking down. Then she felt it, something prodding at her behind. His fingers…

Her eyes went wide as a pain tore through her. Her terrified face was set upon the far wall as she grunted and hissed at the unwanted intrusion. A few minutes went by until he withdrew his hand, much to her relief. But the reprieve was short-lived, as she soon felt HIM press against her, pushing in.

She screeched and her vision went hazy, tears streaming down her face as she waited for the end. Her mind tried to blank out what was happening to her. She then heard him grunting, groaning above her as she continued his debauched deed upon her, she felt as though she was going to sick on the bench. She cringed as she heard him grumble, pushing in again as his hands held her waist in a vice grip.

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard him moan softly and she felt him leave her. Her body and mind were numb, repulsed at what he had did to her. Her eyes blinked, as tears cascaded down her shaking face. Gagging quietly, she swallowed down a mouthful of bile and ever so slowly the power that was holding her down eased off and she heard him take a few steps away from her and the sound of his zip being pulled up. Her body slid off the bench and she staggered away to the right, ignoring his brooding stare. She slithered to the ground in the corner, grimacing at the excruciating pain around her backside and she felt a liquid coating her flesh. Shakily she tugged her nightdress down and whimpered as she covered her face, bowing her head as she knelt away from him.

Freddy licked his lips, a satisfied smile crossing his face. It was the first time he had tried that. It was a spur of the moment decision to attempt that with her. Turning towards her, his smile turned into a frown, and he walked towards her. To his chagrin she recoiled away from him, upon hearing him near her. Her arms raised higher over her head as she curled lower into a ball, with her hands tightly gripping and tugging at her hair. Lowering himself to his knees he thought back to when he was alive, and it was in this exact room where he had seen her react this way towards him after he had used the belt on her the first time. The same sensations of dismay at the thought of her being afraid of him touching her, holding her, flashed through his mind. What he did there moments before, he was only worried and focused on his own satisfaction, his own pleasure. Again, he was being self-centered, he always was. But there was one thing he had always wanted and that was for her to allow him to touch her, caress her hair, hug her. Now she wouldn't even look in his direction.

He sighed and crouched on his knees at her side, reaching out to touch her hair. She tensed and scampered forward into the other corner of the room, out of his reach.

Freddy frowned in displeasure and slowly approached her, watching as she lifted her head to stare blankly at the concrete wall. Her eyes were empty, soulless, while her hands gripped and twisted the fabric of her garment, her knuckles going white as her limbs shook violently.

He shifted around to try and face her, "I just wanted to try something new, baby girl…" he whispered quietly, trying to explain his crude actions. "It won't happen again. I promise"

He received no sign of a reply, as she continued to glare bleakly at the wall. She heard him move on his knees and then his voice spoke again, "I love you Katherine"

She trembled and vehemently shook her head, flinching away as he reached out to her. He felt disappointed at how she was reacting to him, particularly how she didn't reply with those words.

I love you.

He did go to too far this time.

Katherine turned her head to the left, appalled at how he could to that to her. There was no fucking way she could say those words to him, not now. Even looking at him was difficult for her to do. Never mind allow him to touch her hair, her face, to comfort her. She stiffened as his fingers brushed against her right arm and she jerked her arm away from him, curling it around her body protectively. She gritted her teeth and after a moment, she muttered. "Please make me forget that ever happened…I can't take this anymore" the pitch of her voice lowered into a faint whisper, "I just want to die"

Freddy's eyes broadened in shock at her statement, "What?"

"Either make me forget THAT ever happened or kill me" she murmured. The tone of her voice was indifferent. Like she had given up. "Or I will kill myself. I'll do it properly this time when I wake up. I just can't go on. Everything you've done to me, the beatings, the way you've psychologically tortured me and now what you did to me there…I've had enough daddy!"

He went onto his knees and sat at her side, musing over her words. Did she really want him to erase her memory of that incident? "You really want me to do that?"

She nodded, "Yes. I want to forget that. Do it or I'll kill myself when I wake up. I mean it!"

He felt horrified at her lack of conviction. It was like he had finally broken her, more so that he had ever thought possible. "Okay princess, I will. I'll make you forget" he agreed, "But after when you find out who've I've killed. You still want to know, don't you?"

Her shoulders gave a causal shrug, "Just as long as you make me forget before I wake up"

"I will"

She finally turned to face him, eyes cold and emotionless as she held out her right hand, revealing her pinkie finger. "Promise?"

He smirked, thinking back to the promises they had made when he was alive and he offered her his pinkie finger on his right scarred hands and they curled the fingers around each other, "I promise!"

She gave a muted nod and watched as he stood, going back to the bench to retrieve his glove. As he turned back to her, he saw her precariously rise to her feet, using the wall to steady herself. She heard him approach and warily pressed her body into the corner, "You said I would find out who you killed. How many have you murdered?"

He raised his bladed glove and wiggled his blades, "Including that little brat from earlier, four! You'll have to go and find them. Their bodies"

She gulped with worry and jumped as he disappeared in a blink of an eye. Leaving her to gather her thoughts and try to muster up whatever courage she had left to confront whatever he had planned for the rest of her dream.