Aww. She thought we were going to let her go. She is so cute yet so fucking stupid. Those big eyes, with big tears, asking for her Mommy. Poor little thing. So trusting, so young and so ready to leave. We did tell her if that if she was a good girl and did every thing we asked that we would let her go. You knew we were lying, I knew we were lying, but she actually thought we were telling the truth. Ooops.
All those pretty purple, yellow and red spots marking her skin. The huge bruise on her cheek, her split lip, her torn up cunt, she withstood it all just because of hope. It is amazing what one can go through if you only have that one single thing. She must of been imaging being in her Mommy’s arms, safe and warm. She clung to that imagine, and she lasted.
Now she is standing by the door, waiting to leave. Should you tell her, or should I? Better yet, why don’t we pretend to call her Dear Dear Mommy, you hand her the phone, and I will be on the other end. I want you to watch her face as I tell her that she can’t come home because I didn’t love her anymore, that I never wanted her, she had been a mistake and her Daddy and I are so much more happier without her. I bet she cries again. Then we will start the whole process over again, but this time her hope will be gone so I wonder what she will do and how she will react. Our very own little scientific study.
I think that is exactly what we will do, first destroy her little heart, then destroy what ever is left over of her hope and flesh.
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