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once more. It was as if her acquiescence had transformed the beast back into the man. He lifted her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. Hillary didn ’ t dare withdraw her hand, though she found the gesture greatly nauseating. She looked away as he closed his eyes as if to savor a euphoric moment.
    Moments later, he released her hand and turned his attention to the pile of pancakes on the plate before him.
    “ Aren ’ t you going to finish your food, Princess? ”
    Hillary shook her head then quickly added, “ I ’ m full. ” She didn ’ t want to make him angry again. She had to get things back to normal with her father.
    “ Okay, well you can keep me company while I eat, ” he said, benevolently enough, but implicitly he was warning Hillary to stay put. She sat in silence and watched him devour his breakfast. He said nothing further but when he was done, he started humming Louis Armstrong ’ s “ What a Wonderful World. ” His eerily low tone sent shivers down Hillary ’ s spine. Without caring about disappointing or angering her father, Hillary rose swiftly and ran to the bathroom. She threw up violently as tears flooded her eyes. There was nothing wonderful about her world anymore.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Hillary grew sick with anxiety each night for the next couple of days, expecting her father to visit her bed again. On the third night, her anxiety turned to dread as she was awakened by her father ’ s hand groping her between her thighs. He was in bed with her, naked from the waist down.
    Unable to suppress her fear, she gasped loudly as she cringed away from his touch.
    “ Shhh , ” Mr. Greyson whispered, drunk with anticipation, “ don ’ t wake your mother. ”
    Hillary felt an overwhelming urge to throw up. She shook her head frantically, eyes widened, begging her father to leave her alone.
    Mr. Greyson leaned forward and kissed her neck passionately, slowly, then worked his way down to her chest.
    “ Daddy...please don ’ t, ” Hillary cried, trembling with fear.
    Overwhelmed with disgust, she attempted to turn away from him.
    Mr. Greyson placed his hand on her shoulder and firmly held her in place. He was growing annoyed by her resistance.
    “ Don ’ t fight it baby, it feels good.... ”
    “ No, no Daddy, please stop touching me...please Daddy, this isn ’ t right. ”
    “ It ’ s right, Princess, you ’ re mine, you ’ re my girl. ”
    “ I ’ m your daughter, ” Hillary yelled, her sharp voice piercing the silence. She didn ’ t intend to be so loud but needed to emphasize who she was. Had he forgotten somehow? What happened to change everything so drastically?
    Mr. Greyson cupped his hand over Hillary ’ s mouth and jerked her head roughly.
    “ Shut up, ” he whispered angrily, “ I made you...I own you...I ’ m going to have you and do whatever I want with you. This is right, Princess, nothing is more natural.... ”
    Tears flowed like waterfalls from Hillary ’ s terrified eyes. She knew her father was going to violate her again. Sh e just didn ’ t know how outrageous his acts would be.
    Horrified by his nonchalance, saddened by this unholy betrayal, Hillary became hysterical. She pulled away from him and tried her best to get out of bed.
    “ Let go of me, ” she shouted, “ don ’ t touch me, leave me alone, get off — ”
    Mr. Greyson reached for her before she could leave the bed, tightening his grip on her arm. He roughly and painfully yanked her down upon the bed and cupped her mouth once again. His heart was racing and he was furious. How dare Hillary try to wake her mother with all that yelling...try to leave the bed...try to deny him what was rightfully his for the taking?
    “ Shut up! ” he hissed as loud as he dared.
    Hillary saw madness within his eyes, a fury that threatened to harm her if she didn ’ t cooperate. This man holding down her quivering body was not her father. Her cries hushed to quiet