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Note: I'm sorry for the lack of update and time it took!!! I'm really REALLY sorry. I've got so many good reviews for this and people begging me to update. So here it is Dane:- Chapt 2:- Sorrow

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Hobey-ho

The ceiling of her new room was grey; it suited her personally well right now. The effects of her mother's death reverberated off very thing she said and felt. Her eyes which were once a dull grey had turned to a black that had no ending. She dreamed every night of her father's death. She stood over him like a powerful empire. Her hand was a metal whip long and had a very sharp tip. She would first hit him across the arm to give him taste of what was in store. Then she would whip his chest again and again until there was nothing but a bloodied piece of roar flesh. Now he would beg, beg her stop but she would point to her eyes and say:

"You brought this upon yourself, you made me almost emotionless!" And she would whip him in the face and leave a long gash across his eye. She would wake at this precise moment before she could finish the job.

Alex rolled over and shoved her head violently into her pillow and let her tears of sorrow stain her cheeks. She opened her eyes to discover cushioned darkness, with patterns of the stitching that bound the pillow. The dull light from the living room shone through the cracks in the door, a shadow appeared filling the long stream of light that was on the other side. Alex quickly rolled over and shut her new black eyes.

The insanely lusting father looked on the cracked wooden that held the entrance to Alex's room. His daughter's room. He knew it would wrong, but he wanted it. She was his daughter no one else's, so couldn't he claim her? He reminded—— he reminded him of Lisa. The wife he killed. He shook his head and expelled these thoughts from his mind and told himself:

"She had to die… She was unfaithful, she probably even sleeping with that dog Press!" This enraged him so much, to think of his dead wife—his property. With this thought he opened the door to his apparently asleep daughter.

The door slowly opened, she rolled over quickly to try prove to Dane that she truly was asleep. She hoped to God that he hadn't come for that. Not for that. Lately he had been saying how much she looked like her mother, even through she resembled Dane a lot more. Alex gave a quick shudder she knew he was in the room. To confirm her worry she felt a pressure that made her bed sink at the end. He was here for that. She moaned and laid dead still. But as she did this her fear worsened, because his hand was slowly ever so slowly pulling down the blankets that covered her small skinny frame. She gave a shiver when all the covers were pulled off her and his cold hands gently touched her thighs. There was no escape now. She thought as she was being touched by sin it self.