"Good, very good" a sinister voice echoes around in his head and twisted grin behind to form on his face.
"Now the children" the voice commands and with the pump of his shotgun he was off to his daughters room.
"D-daddy?" A little girls voice squeaks out as she rubs her eyes and sits up, studying her father.
"Why do you have your gun daddy?" She asks becoming frightened as her father doesn't say a word, and takes a few steps closer.
"Where's your god now?" He bellows out and fires one round at his daughter, striking her in the chest.
"I-I thought you l-loved m-" she tries to get the sentence out but the life leaves her body.
"What? What have I done? My little girl! I killed my babygirl" he cries out, his actions just now coming into light, as he sees his daughters life less body lying in the corner. He walks over and drops to his knees, crying over her body.
"Ohh John" an almost teasing voice says from the corner.
