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 Title: Daddy's Little Angel
Author: Forgottenidol

   Mf, nc, incest, snuff

   Summary: This story is not quite like anything else I have written. 
It's a story about Angel, a young girl that is sexually abused by her
father.  It's the most psychological story that I have written.  It is also
the darkest.  I wrote it in one sitting as a train-of-thought and didn't
edit much to preserve the sterile, raw feeling of it.

   Comments and feedback can be sent to novarask@protonmail.com





   Angel was an outcast.  She sat quietly in class and the other girls made
fun of her -- that made her an outcast.  Her teachers said she was such a
cute little thing.  She was shorter, and less developed than some of the
other girls, and everyone was quick to pity her.  Her teachers would ask
her if everything was alright, asked her if everything was good at home. 
Angel just nodded.  They said she should speak up more, but she didn't see
the point.

   Angel got through her day with as little incident as possible.  The
worst one of the girls, Cindy, said some things about her but that was
normal.  It was routine.  Angel had black hair, so they always assumed she
was depressed.  Cindy always asked her if she cut herself, if she tried to
kill herself.  Cindy was not a bright girl, but she was the oldest looking
one of them, so all the girls looked up to her.  So, she had bigger
breasts, Angel didn't care.

   When Angel got home from school, she had a couple of hours before her
father would be home.  It was her favorite time of day.  She was alone, and
there was nothing around to hurt her.  If her mother was still nearby,
Angel thought, she would be with her.  But her mother was gone, she left
her and her father and moved across the country.  Now her mother was
nothing more than a phone call every other week.

   When her father came home, he brought dinner with him.  He never cooked
so he always bought it on the way home from work.

   He entered the kitchen, and set the food down.  Angel would stiffen when
he was around her.  He caressed her back and felt her ass through the skirt
of her school uniform.

   They ate, as they did every night: her father would ask her questions
about her day with false-concern, then tell her to go do her homework.

   Angel went to her room and did her homework.  When she was done her
father entered.  He always knew when she was done because he was watching
her through the half-open door.

   "Have you done all your homework," he said, "just like a good girl?"

   He always said that.

   He stepped behind her, pulled her to her feet and looked at her.  His
hands caressed her, unbuttoned her skirt, unlatched her skirt.  He
unwrapped her carefully and intently like a prized possession.  He slipped
her shirt from her shoulders, lowered her skirt to the ground.  Angel dug
her toes into the carpet as she stiffened.  His thick, work-worn hands
rubbed her small breasts and pulled at her tiny nipples.

   His hands tucked into her panties, and rubbed the small patch of pubic
hair above her pussy.  He slipped her panties down, and let them fall to
the ground inside the jumbled mass of her skirt.  Her father took a bottle
of lotion from his pocket.  Angel knew about it well, she always knew what
it meant when he took it out.

   He took a small amount of the lotion on his fingers and rubbed it
against her pussy.  Angel stiffened and gasped as she felt his thick finger
pushing at the entrance of her vagina.

   "Let's get that pussy nice and slick for daddy," he said.  He loved to
talk to her as he touched her.

   Her father led her over to her bed.  Angel was all too familiar with the
routine.  She lay down on her stomach, naked and vulnerable.  She heard the
familiar sound of her father undoing his pants and tossing them aside. 
Then he got on the bed.

   He opened her legs and lifted her hips a bit.  Angel knew was was
coming. She nestled her head into her pillow and waited.  She felt her
father position himself, and she felt his cock.

   Angel grit her teeth, winced and let out a small gasp of air.  Her
father had been fucking her for six months, since her thirteen birthday. 
But even with the constant routine, his cock was so big it always hurt when
he penetrated her.  Angel closed her eyes.

   She let out another small groan, and bit down on her lip as she felt her
father push deeper into her.  Her pussy always felt so stretched when he
entered her.

   "Oh, yes," her father would always groan when his cock first entered her
little cunt.  Then he would push harder, pull at her hips and sink it
deeper into her.  "Daddy's sweet little cunt," he always called it.  He
always made comments about it when he fucked her.

   He started out slow.  He rocked his cock in and out of her slowly, but
he always got faster, always pushed harder before long.

   Angel just laid there and accepted it, just as she accepted the other
girl's teasing her at school.  She had stopped crying when her father
fucked her after three months.  There was no point.

   Her father pumped into her more roughly, as he always tended to do.  She
felt his cock banging against something in her belly and it sent painful
ripples flowing through her.  Her father started to breath heavier and
quickened his pace.  The bed was creaking and the headboard banged against
the wall.  He got rougher, and he used all of his 200 pounds to push his
cock into her 90 pound body.

   Finally, her father gave one hard thrust into her, pressing his cock
painfully against her battered cervix and flooded her pussy with his cum.
For that one moment it was over.

   Her father calmed down, and he pulled his shrinking cock from her pussy.
He said nothing else.  He never said anything.  He just got up and left the
room.

   Angel did as she always did: she curled up, pulled the covers over her
and lifelessly fell asleep.

   Angel woke up the next day.  There was always an ache in her belly the
morning after her father fucked her.  It was uncomfortable but she had
gotten used to it.

   She walked carefully into the bathroom, ignoring the discomfort she
felt. He was always rough with her.  He was making her into a woman, he
said to her once.  He had to fuck her hard and deep and stretch her tight
little pussy so she could take his whole cock -- that's what he said to her
once when he was fucking her.  He had come home stressed out from work and
had fucked her more violently than usual that night.  She was sore for a
week afterwards.  The teachers at school asked her if she had hurt herself.
She told them that she was fine.

   Angel stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.  If she was
uglier maybe her father wouldn't want to touch her.  Maybe she should take
a knife and cut her face up so no one would want to look at her, she
thought.  She dismissed the idea.  If she did that then the girls would
know something was wrong and they would tease her even more.  They would
really call her names then.

   Angel felt nothing more, and simply took her shower, got dressed and
walked down the street to the bus stop.

   She stood and waited for the bus.

   "Hey Angel, try to kill yourself last night?" she heard Cindy ask her.
The other girls chuckled, but Angel ignored them.

   Angel looked around.  Across from the bus stop there was this old, beat
up car that was always there.  There was this older man sitting in it as
always.  None of the other girls bothered to notice it, but Angel did.  She
knew what he was doing, she could tell even at a distance.

   The old man would drive down in the morning and sit in his car and wait
for the girls to arrive.  He would sit and look at their legs poking out of
their skirts and look at their little asses and young breasts.  He would
sit and stare and touch himself right there in his car dreaming about them,
thinking about them.  He licked his lips, he groaned at his own fantasies.
Angel knew what he was thinking.  He was like her father.  He would dream
about their little pussies and dream about fucking them.

   When the bus arrived all the girls entered and took their seats.  Angel
still eyed the man as the bus drove passed.  No one ever noticed the old
man, just as no one noticed her.

   The school day went by as it always did.  There were a few more
snickering remarks made at her but she thought nothing of them.  When she
got home she took a nap until her dad came home, again with dinner in hand.

   They sat and ate and her father told her that he had a special dessert
for her and she knew what he meant.  Her father pulled his chair out and
she knelt in front of him.  He undid his pants and took out his cock.

   Angel took it into her mouth and sucked and rubbed it just as he had
taught her how to do it.  He would groan and moan and pull her head against
his cock.  The bloated head crammed against her throat and she would choke
a little, but she kept sucking until he was cumming and the cum was
shooting down her throat and leaking from her mouth.  Her father would be
satisfied and wouldn't fuck her later, that was just the way it always was.

   After dinner she did her homework and went to bed.  That was her life.

   Angel woke in the morning, took her shower and left her house.  Her
father was always gone by that time.

   She took a different route to the school bus stop.  She did so to come
up behind the old man's car.  It looked more dirty and damaged up close. 
She walked alongside the driver's side.  He didn't noticed her as he was
busy looking at the other girls.  When she approached she saw him cupping
the huge bulge in his pants and rubbing it.

   She knocked on his window and he jumped.  She smiled and he smiled back.
He rolled down the window.

   "Well...  hello, little girl, what is your name?" the old man asked her.
Angel could smell smoked when he opened his window.

   "Angel," she told him.

   "Angel?  Oh, what a wonderful name.  And you are a beautiful as one as
well." he said and smiled broadly at her showing his yellowed teeth.

   "I know what you are doing here," Angel told him coldly.

   "Oh, you do?" he asked.

   "Yes, I know you like looking at all the girls," she said to him.

   "Yes, yes I do.  They are all very pretty," he said.

   "Some of them look at you too," Angel said.

   "Do they?" he smiled.

   "Yes.  You see that blond one who's a little taller than the others?"
She asked.

   "Yes, she is such a cute one," he said.

   "Well that is my friend Cindy and she saw you the other day and was
talking about you," Angel told the old man.

   "Oh really?  What was she saying?" He asked.

   "Just that she knows why you are always here and what you want," She
said.

   "Does she?" he smiled again.

   "Yes, she's a bad little girl.  She is very naughty, she has all these
fantasies," Angel told him.

   The man said nothing, just glared over at Cindy.

   "Sometimes her mom can't pick her up after school so she has to walk
home from the bus stop.  She walks through the woods over there," Angel
pointed.  "Do you know them?"

   The man nodded.

   "She told me she has a fantasy about being attacked in the woods, and
being taken by someone.  She told me she wants to be assaulted.  It turns
her on.  She has all these rape fantasies.  She wants to be held down and
have her virgin pussy raped.  She's such a dirty girl," She told him.  He
was panting and rubbing himself more heavily.  She knew it turned him on.
"Do you want to make her fantasy come true?" She asked.

   "Oh yes!" He nodded still looking over at Cindy.  "There's this old barn
in those woods."

   Angel smirked at the man.  "Good, you can take her in the woods and
bring her there, but I want to be there when you do it."

   "Huh?" The man questioned.

   "I want to be there when you rape her.  It's her fantasy after all and
she's a good friend of mine.  I want to watch it," she said.

   "Anything you want, little lady," the man smiled.

   "Good.  She'll be walking home today then," Angel smiled.

   The man smiled back, "Today?  Then I'll get things ready."

   Angel simply smiled at the man again and turned to walk to the bus,
knowing that the man was still staring at her.

   When she made it to the bus stop, Cindy looked at her and gave her a
dirty look.  Angel smirked at her.

   Through the day, Angel thought of nothing.  She knew what would happen
after school, but she felt matter-of-fact about it.  It was nothing, just
something that was going to happen, like being fucked by her father.

   When school was over, and everyone flooded off the bus, Angel ran to the
woods ahead of Cindy.  Cindy always strayed awhile to chat with her
friends. Angel ran into the woods to the old barn.

   The inside of the barn was damp and cool and filled with a bunch of old
farm equipment.  She climbed and old ladder up onto the loft and waited.

   She waited awhile until she heard a rustling outside.  The barn door
opened and the old man entered.  He had Cindy lifted in one arm that was
wrapped around her waist and he had his other hand over her mouth.  Cindy
was struggling against him.

   The old man dragged her in, and kicked the barn door closed with his
foot.  Angel heard him muttering something to Cindy.

   He pulled the girl along, and wrestled her down into a large tarp that
was piled up on the ground.  Angel moved along the loft and found the
perfect place to watch what was going on.

   The old man used his weight to hold Cindy down against the tarp.

   "Mmm, baby, you smell really nice," the man said to her.  He finally
removed his hand from her mouth.

   "Please...  stop...  leave me alone.  What do you want?!" Cindy yelled
at him and tried to push him away.

   "Oh, you know what I want you dirty, little girl," the man groaned,
"your friend told me all about you."

   "What?!  NO!  Stop, get off me!" Cindy kept struggling.

   "You're so pretty," he told her, "and I know you are a naughty girl who
wants to be raped."

   "NO!!!NO!!  Leave me alone!" She started to cry.

   "Oh, keep struggling, keep fighting me.  I know you've been dreaming of
this," he started to paw at her breasts.

   "Stop!  Please...  let me go!" Cindy yelled.  Tears streamed down her
face.

   The old man tore her blouse open and buttons flew across the barn.

   "Oh, no bra or anything," the man moaned as her young, firm breasts were
exposed to him.  He planted his face against them and sucked them into his
smoke-stained mouth.

   Cindy squirmed and cried and begged him to stop.

   "Stop your crying, girl," he said as he lifted his head from her chest,
"I know you want to be a little slut.  That's right, ain't it?  You want to
be a raped little slut?!"

   "No!  NO!  Leave me alone!" Cindy tried to kick at him.

   "Stop it!" The man yelled and smacked her across the face.  Cindy closed
her eyes and cried as her cheek turned red.  "I'm gonna' make your dream
come true, little girl."

   The old man pulled a small rope from his back pocket, and easy
manipulated the small girl and tied her hands behind her back.  He pulled
her up, and threw her down on a tarp covered crate, her arms crushing and
bruising behind her.  With Cindy on the crate, he had a perfect position
for his intentions.

   Cindy was still struggling and crying and pleading with the man to let
her go.  Angel peeked over, and had a perfect view of the event.  She
thought for a brief moment that she should feel bad for the poor girl, but
she felt nothing.  She just observed.

   The old man's callous hands pulled Cindy's legs apart, and darted
between them.  He tore at her school-uniform skirt, tearing it from her in
one hard tear.  Her white panties were exposed to his malicious stare. 
Angel saw him lick his lips.

   "STOP!  LEAVE ME ALONE!" Cindy yelled at him, but it was useless.

   "Don't tell me to stop when I know you want it!" He said and smiled.

   His hands rubbed across her panties and Cindy struggled more.  The man
yelled at her and smack her across the face again and made a few swats
against her exposed breasts.  Angel saw her skin turn red.

   "OW!" Cindy cried.  Her eyes were bloodshot.

   Filled with more anger the man pulled at her panties and tore at them
from her body.  Cindy's pussy was open for the man to see, and again he
licked his lips.  It was the best pussy he had ever seen.  It was tight and
young and had a very light covering of hair.  He licked his fingers and
touched her.

   "Such a nice pussy!" he said to her.

   "No!  STOP!" Cindy yelled.

   "I got a little present for that pussy," the man said and reached into
his pocket.  He pulled out a small bottle of oil and dribbled onto her
pussy.  His hand instantly returned to it and rubbed the oil into her.  His
thick, rough finger pressed onto her a bit.

   "AH...  no!" Cindy screamed and cried harder.

   "Damn, you got a tight little virgin cunt," the man said, "I'm gonna'
tear that little thing open and rape you so hard you won't fucking walk for
a month!"

   "NO!  PLEASE, DON'T!" Cindy yelled and pleaded with the man, but all he
did was grin.

   "I bet in all your little fucked up fantasies all the boys in your
dreams didn't have a cock like mine," the man said as he pulled at the
zipper of his pants.  He tugged them down and pulled his underwear with
them, exposing his manhood to the struggling girl.

   "NO!  LEAVE ME ALONE!" Cindy yelled and her bloodshot eyes grew wide
with terror when his stiff cock became exposed.

   Angel too looked wide with wonder.  The man's cock was a monster, and it
quickly grew to full hardness when it was freed from the confines of his
pants.  The wrist-thick, heavily-veined cock stuck far out from his body,
pointing at the helpless young girl.

   The man laughed as Cindy looked at his cock in horror.

   "I told you girl," He said.  He stroked his cock with one hand as his
other continued to hold her down.  "This is my big, thick cherry-buster. 
He's hungry too, girl.  He's gonna' take your cherry, and ruin your little
cunt, stretch it out so much it'll snap, and fuck you so deep you'll feel
it in your fucking stomach!"

   "NO!  NO!" Cindy screamed and cried.

   "Now you just shut up and take it like the nasty little virgin you are,"
the man said and took hold of his cock.  His pressed forward and mashed
it's enormous head into her small pussy.

   "NOOOOOOOOOO!" Cindy screamed at the top of her lungs.

   The man pressed forward, the head of his cock trying to tear through her
pussy.  "Yea, gonna' tear that little pussy.  Take it you little cunt!"

   "AHHH...  NO!  OWWWWWWWWW" Cindy cried out in pain as the man shoved
hard and his cock opened up her unused vagina and pressed into her hymen.

   Angel remembered what is was like when her father had first fucked her,
and she knew the pain that Cindy was feeling, and she grinned at herself.

   "AHHH...  UGHHH!  OW!  STOP!" Cindy yelled as more and more of the man's
cock pressed into her.  He reared back and shoved brutally forward. 
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Cindy screamed as his cockhead was forced violently
through her virginity and deeper into her.

   "Ah, fuck!" the man yelled, "You're so tight!" The man yelled and thrust
brutally into the girl.  Jamming forward with all this weight, slowly
pushing his monster cock into the tight confines of Cindy's cunt.

   Tears were flowing from Cindy's bloodshot eyes.  With every powerful
thrust the man made, she winced and convulsed and made a cry of pain.

   "Uh...  OW!  S...  stop!  I...  it hurts..." Cindy muttered weakly
through the jolts of pain as the man continued his onslaught.

   "Don't you tell me what to do, cunt!" the man yelled and pounded her
harder.  His cock now sunk more than halfway into her.  "You feel my cock
in your stomach, bitch?!" His cock was, by now, slamming into her cervix.
"No one's going to want you after this.  No one will want a stretched out,
used up cunt like yours."

   The man kept yelling at her, and demeaning her, and fucking her harder
and harder.  He was damaging her cunt and her mind in a way she may never
recover from, and Angel looked on indifferently until the man had filled
her with his cum.

   Cindy had become a weeping, almost-lifeless shell.  She cried and lipped
words silently that Angel could not make out.

   The man pulled his shrinking cock from her gaping pussy and wiped some
drool from his lip.  Cindy just laid there, barely breathing.

   The man left, silently as Angel's father always did.  When he was gone,
Angel too crept quietly from the barn.  She closed the door slowly behind
her, leaving the girl to cry softly and suffer.

   Angel got home and noticed her father's car out front.  He was home
early.  She hated when that happened.  When her father came home early, he
was always in a bad mood.

   She entered the house and found her father in kitchen, staring blankly
at the counter and drinking a beer.

   "Where were you?" he asked and looked up at her.  "I thought you came
right home after school."

   Angel paused for a moment, before she said "Walking..." softly.

   "walking?" Her father put down his beer and walked over to her.  "You
weren't out with any boys were you?" he asked.

   Angel shook her head and looked up at him.  He had an angry look in his
eye.

   "You better not have been," he said.  He reached around her and grabbed
her ass.  "You know you are supposed to come right home after school.  You
haven't been out being a bad girl have you?" He squeezed her ass.

   "No..." Angel said quietly.  She no longer looked at him.

   "I don't want any boys touching my cunt, you know," he said.  He pulled
her close to him.  "Am I going to have to teach you a lesson, Angel?"

   He dragged her through the kitchen.  He gripped her arm so tightly it
hurt her.  He grabbed her hips and lifted her, and threw her up onto the
counter.  Her face was pressed against the wall.  He lifted her skirt, and
pulled her panties down.  Her father muttered something that she could not
hear.

   He opened up the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of oil, and dropped his
pants.  He was already panting with lust.  His cock was already rigid.  He
poured the oil over his cock.  Angel heard it splash onto the ground.

   Her father did not take it slow this time.  He was horny and angry.  He
lined his oil-glistening cock up against her pussy and slammed himself in.
In one thrust his cock was pressed against the deepest part of her cunt. 
Angel winced and gasped from the shock of pain.  Her father pulled out of
her and slammed in again, and again and again.

   She was completely up on the counter, her feet were off the ground and
with every powerful thrust her father forced her hips painfully into the
edge of the counter.  It would bruise her, as his cock was bruising her
insides, but no one would notice them.

   Angel felt the oil dripping down her painfully stretched cunt, and it
made a sloppy noise as he fucked her.

   Her father was fucking her so hard that before he had finished she was
already sore inside, and she knew it would hurt worse the next morning.

   Despite it all, Angel just accepted her fate.  She pretended she was
somewhere else, like down at the beach that her mother used to bring her to
in the summer.  She would swim and play around with other kids and for an
entire week her parents would leave her alone and pretend to love each
other.

   Angel heard her father groaning behind her and she felt his cock
spasming inside her and filling her with it's cum.  Again, it was over.

   He pulled out of her and said something that she didn't listen to.  He
took his beer and went elsewhere.  Where, she didn't care.  This was just
her life.  She straightened herself out, ignored the pain in her belly and
went to her room.  She had homework she needed to do, and didn't want the
teachers to complain.

   The next day, Cindy was not at the bus stop.  Angel knew she would not
be, and she turned to the other girls and smirked at them.

   "Where's Cindy?" She asked them, "Did she try to kill herself last
night?"

   The other girls just looked at her with snotty grins.  They didn't know
anything.

   Angel knew though.  She knew Cindy was at home, curled up in bed,
crying, unable to sleep.  She knew exactly how Cindy felt, and she wanted
to see her again.  But Angel never did see her again.  She waited for days
and days, every day looking back at the other girls.

   "Her mom says she's very sick," they would say.

   Angel heard nothing about what had happened.  It was not in the news,
and no one was talking about it.  Eventually, Angel no longer looked at the
other girls waiting to hear something.  She went back to standing quietly
for the bus every morning.

   Still, something in her wanted to see Cindy there.  She was supposed to
come back and stand there lifelessly next to Angel, and be ridiculed just
as she was by the other girls.  She was supposed to come back and be quiet
and alone, with no one understanding what had happened to her.  No one but
Angel would; Angel would understand and she would tell her that she did. 
She would understand that Cindy would be looking at herself in the mirror
thinking about cutting her face so that no one would want to touch her or
fuck her.  Angel would have told her everything about her father and her
life and they would understand each other and love each other.  But Cindy
never came back.

   Every morning Angel stood at the bus stop hoping that Cindy would show
up.  She would stand by the curb, looking out at the street.  Older guys
would always walk passed on their way to high school.  They would look at
her and the other girls and judge them.  Angel could see it.  They would
classify them, rate them on how willing they would be to fuck each one.

   She would see it always, every time she was out.  As girls passed men
would whisper, "Did you see what they were wearing?" Yes, they were begging
to be fucked like the nasty little girls that they were.  Except for the
fat ones of course, no one ever liked the fat ones.

   It had gotten colder, as the Fall approached.  Still, Cindy never showed
up, no matter how much Angel wanted her to.

   One day, when she got home from school, she washed her face in the
bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.  She was tired and alone, and
for the first time in months she cried.  She cried and could not stop.

   She went to the kitchen, grabbed a large knife and convinced herself
that she would kill herself.  But she could not stop crying.  She ran out
of breath, ran out of strength to hold the knife with.  She sat it on the
counter.  She lifted herself up and sat on the counter, held her head in
her hands and kept crying.  She cried until her father came home.

   When her father entered the kitchen he asked her what was wrong.

   "Daddy..." she whispered and reach out to him.

   He walked to her.  She didn't look at him, just kept looking down and
weeping.  He got close to her.

   "What's wrong, my little Angel," he asked.

   When he reached for her to hug her, she reached for the knife and
blindly swung it around.  It found it's place perfect between two ribs,
into his heart and pierced his lung.  Angel heard him gasp and felt him
freeze.

   She slowly looked up at him.  People always told her that she had her
father's eyes.  But she never looked him in the eyes.  Now she did.  She
looked up and gazed at him.  His eyes were shocked, and growing cold and
lifeless.  She didn't have his eyes, he had hers.  Angel felt the blood
flow down the knife, onto her hand and down her arm.  Her father gasped for
air as he fell.

   He fell onto the ground, and tried to pull the knife out but lacked the
strength.  Angel stopped crying, and looked down at him quietly and
indifferently.

   "You took it all like a good girl," she said softly.

   She waited until she could no longer hear him gasping for breath before
she called the police.  "I need help..." was all she said.

   A few minutes later cops arrived, then more cops.  Later people in suits
came, and the news reporters lined up outside.  Neighbors she had not seen
or talked to in years came out of their houses to see what was going on,
they even spoke to one another for once.

   They asked her all these questions that she had no answers for.  She
just sat their quietly, not looking at any of them.  They asked her what
happened, why it happened.  To Angel it was nothing.  It was like ridicule
at school, like years of loveless marriage, like pretending to care by
asking silly questions, it was just like sex, and rape and coming home from
work to eat dinner and watch television.  It was just what we did, it was
just something that happens.  There was nothing to explain.

   Eventually two people in plain clothes came and led her out.  They
escorted her into the back seat of their car.  There was so much noise
outside the house; so many people, so many lights.  But when she was in the
car and they started to drive away, everything was quiet again.  The two
people in the front said nothing to her and she was grateful for it.  She
slumped into the corner of the seat.

   She gazed out the window and watched the street lamps pass.  She looked
at her transparent reflection in the window and leaned against it as if it
were a dear friend.

   Angel finally felt something.  They had washed the blood from her hand,
but she still felt it.  It felt warm and it washed over her entire body. 
She looked again at her reflection, looked herself in the eyes and smirked
slightly.  The window was as cool as the air outside, but she felt warm. 
She felt love.