He examined his precious knife.
How many times had it taken one but also saved his life?
“Stop it. Do as suggested. It’s not complicated.
Take it out, do what needs to be done and get over it!”
Most of its life it had spent inside anyway, it looked unhealthy, extremely pale.
A quick move and presto, the head fell off for sure it looked awesome on a silver scale.
It was the best solution something even the Bible mentioned.
Not a single soul would care about one more lost kid.
He hummed as he left the room and his beloved and loyal wife.
They didn’t need a child to complete their wedded life.
“Hey, little girl how about some company?
I go for a walk in the forest. You like to come along with me?
It’s a lovely day, what do you say?
We can hunt for deer, there’s no need to fear.
There’s an entire world full of light that you should discover instead of hiding inside.”
It wasn’t frequently dad showed up,
the little girl put down her cup
of tea. She loved her dad that was clear,
the only thing she wanted is to have him near.
She nodded and stood up to take on her shoes and gown.
When exactly was the last time they went out together, he always went alone?
What was the emergency?
No need to answer she noticed soon enough.
Once they had travelled over those seven mountains he would show his love
and loyalty to his wife,
the only one he cared for in this life.
The road was long there was so much to see,
Insects, butterflies, a wild pig and birds in the tree.
One hammered at the trunk as if it was drunk.
A snake slithering in the grass warned her fast
“Get out of here run for life, your dad hunts for you he’ll use his knife!”
Too late, the adult grabbed her hair, set his knee into her back
pushed the blade on the fragile girl’s neck.
“It won’t take long my dear, say your prayer the end is near.”
She didn’t beg for her life, didn’t cry
or asked her father why.
She kept her eyes closed, the father did it
The lamb was sacrificed, slaughtered.
No hunter with mercy felt for this little child
saved her life by setting her free into the wild,
to end up as the slave of seven dirty, old men
who ruled her life just because they can.
For sure there was no prince charming passing by asking why
such a beautiful child died. Only one guy
a necrophile did but not quiet coincidentally.
It wasn’t the girl’s looks but her smell alone
and that’s why he took her for pleasure with him to his home.
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