Becoming The Female Boss

father's sick trap like mice. My dear Amara, do you know how it feels to watch your father being pillaged whilst you hide in a half-zipped suitcase? Looking at him being tortured blood everywhere an

ill so vivid Amara but me what could I

mp out and do something but he wouldn't le

. His fingers were cut off, he had several non-fatal stab wounds, Sulfuric acid splashed all over his body, and at some point, even his

disguised as a shee

iving birth to you. I would have loved to have her here with me too, that would have ma

ove, you will rewrite this letter. Of course,

red out I killed your dad, not in the way I wanted to but he still died from my hands, after all, he raised you as a naive princess, no

ill be left unrecognizable, broke, and with no sense of

r you'll are going to give her and remove the tape on her mo

me to get to my dad and you murdered him an innocent, kindhearted man. We shared a bed for years and yet I never truly knew who you were after

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amount of police that dropped like flies. They're too numerous to mention, I'm sure you've heard about them. You know what's funny is that whilst his daughter is placed on a pedestal and treated like a princess. He has othe

ing to do with me whether it leaves or die has nothing to do with me haha. Just think about it your baby came from the balls o

atched myself in the large mirror in front of me and all I saw was a lost and hollow woman, devoid of the radiance that once filled her eyes. Daddy is gone because of

r whilst my face is being sliced up like I'm some type of livestock with a butcher's knife. Words can't explain how severe the pain I'm feeling is, it'

alcohol on the hideous cuts on my face. I blacked out again from the sheer amount of pain but the smile on the fac