I looked at the note. Over. and over again. No, this couldn't be true. I read over the not one last time.

'Did you miss me? Turn around (Y/N) and I won't kill you.

Daddy'

I shook and turned around. There he was, my father. Standing tall with a smirk on his face. I gasp in fear. His expression turns to annoyed and angry one. "You won't get away this time," he said. He suddenly lunges forward and grips your wrist tight;y. I scream out in pain before I get hit on the side of the head.

Time skip cause author is tired and it's almost 11.

You groan in pain as you woke in the dream world. Gwen wasn't there. I can hear her screams echo through the area. I get up from the bed and run room to room to find her. Her screams got louder before I woke in reality by cold water being dumped on me. I looked around and recognize the area. My Old Room. My eyes widen in fear and I scramble backwards. Shivering from the water that was poured on me. My old father threw a book at me and hit me. "Don't You Dare Ever Try To Escape Again." He growled, spitting in my face. I whimper slightly and not. He threw a clipboard at me with a list. "Get this done by the time I get home from work tomorrow." He growls. He left me behind as I started  crying softly to myself. Hoping this was a dream and that you would wake up in any second. But you didn't, trapped in this game. I sigh and lay on the floor since my bed was in pieces. I woke up, my body sore and look at the time. I slept in, it was almost 12. I sprung off the floor and started tending to my chores. I sigh softly hearing His car pull into the driveway. I wasn't even halfway done. He stormed in and saw the chores were not finished. He picked me up by the collar of my shirt and rammed me against the wall. He growls in my face. I mutter a story and I get punched in the stomach. "Sorry Won't Do Anything! Your Weak, Useless. All you are is Garbage. He spat before sitting at the dining table. "Get Me Dinner NOW!" He yelled. I whimper and scat to the kitchen where I prepared dinner. I made myself a plate hoping I would be able to eat. I set the plate in front of him as well as a beer. I sat at the table. He looked at me and growled. He took a fork and threw it at me. It went into my arm and I yelled out in pain. "You Don't Get To Eat" He yelled. Kicking me before sitting back down. "Go clean the kitchen" He growled. I nodded in reply and rushed to the kitchen. I started cleaning. I hated this, I wanted to see Rose, I wanted to see Liam. I didn't want to be in His grasp again and be controlled like a puppet. But that's how it is. I wonder why He is not  in jail. I continued to clean the kitchen. Once I was done I started to vacuum the whole house, even His room. I got the Swiffer mop and mopped the tile and wood surfaces, I had cleaned the carpet and hand polished the wood floorings. I look at my list and sigh as I check it off. I look at my next task and sigh. I gather the laundry around the house which was about 6 baskets. Some clothing was different girls from different nights. All used and possibly killed by him. I sigh as I started the laundry, I go to the next task which was to organize His room. I gulp slightly. Even if I was in his room earlier today I was terrified of what I would find.  I decide to skip that task till later. The next was use chemicals in the bathroom. I sigh and started to get  the chemicals for the bathrooms. I picked the stuff up and walked to the first bathroom which was the guests. Thank goodness there were two bathrooms. I grabbed two gloves to keep my hands from being exposed to the harmful chemicals. I got the toilet shrub and chemicals, pouring it in the toilet bowl and shrub. I continue until it was spotless. I filled the sink with water and poured a purple chemical in it which would clean plastic and metal. I got a rag and soaked it in her chemical water and started gently cleaning the stuff. I soon got the tub and used a different chemical, waiting till it was time to wash off. After an hour I finished bathroom one. I took off the gloves and went to the laundry, i move the wet clothing into the dryer. I put a new load in and filled it with chemicals. I started both machines to go to the next bathroom. His bathroom... I open it after knocking. I almost dropped what I was holding. THere was 6 dead girls. I read the list and the last chore said get rid of the bodies. I gulp. I rushed to the phone to call the police but he was there. He smirked and took a step towards me. He pulls out a knife and grabs me. He made cuts all over my body without mercy. I cried out, hoping for at least one soul to hear my cry out for help. I soon passed out. In the dream world, a very angry person was waiting for me.

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