In the living room I see mark under his old black lights watching a young girl of about 4 crying as a strange man casually rapes his daughters daycare friend streaming across his tv while a form of electronica plays with the “documentary.” Shifting through the wall into Amelia’s room I find her right where I left her, rubbing her budding pussy lips and little rose bud of an asshole, back into her I search her mind and realize she drank her orange drink some time ago and was very thirsty, I get up and slip on a loose nightie then grab my empty glass and head out into the living room, once out my door I let her see what’s going on, she’s easy to read, wondering mostly what her




















