le... the princess

my father! Unable to control myself because before I knew it, I was already punishing her. Not

the pompous idiot. We ended up arguing, and without warning, he punched me. Before I could react, he was on top of me, delivering more pu

er that my friend had returned, I observed her eyes light up, and I felt even more hatred. She has no ri

of us. The argument shifted focus, and now it was about her sick desire. Not knowing what to do, I left the house to think and realized I

e with tears streaming down her face and red eyes. I walked up to her and, as I brought the device to my ear, I heard that imbecile's v

st the wall and grabbed

ake care of y

, I slapped her across the face. She stumbled, falling and hitting her head on the corner of the night

t, my dear. You will learn no

ed my

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less with each slap and punch. I close my eyes to avoid witnessing my father punishing m

ut I still keep my eyes closed, a

orcefully pulled away from my ears, and he

nishing her again. With each blow, I hear my mother's painful moans grow fainter. He stands up and

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nd up, turn around, and head towards the bathroom. I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror, seeing my blood-stained clothes. I take them off

sweet girl," I run my fingers through her blood-soaked hair, and i

ing that image into my memory, immortalizing

iss you,

ognizable, shaking my head. Even tho

no one else will have what's mine

e engine and leave the garage, engaging in lively conversation with my deceased wife throughout the journey. I head to a place I loved as a child, and as soon as I arrive at the nature reserve, I park the car and step out. Since it's dark, I leave the headlights on to illuminate the path. I walk a few kilometers with the shovel in hand, whistli

I grab the shovel and start covering her with dirt, still whis

left some memories!" I smil