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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12584 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
Author’s Note: I do not own The Police song - Every Step you Take.
Warning: Scenes of child molestation, hand-job, petting. Padeophila
I think the song ‘Every step you take’ by The Police suits Freddy’s relationship towards Katherine from now on in this story. Showing off his possessive/obsessive traits in regards to Katherine.
‘Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you.

Every single day

Every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I'll be watching you.

Oh can't you see

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches with every step you take’
Chapter 10: Changes
Saturday evening 12^th April.
8pm.
After bringing her home after their trip to the park and talk, Freddy had managed to cheer Katherine up by watching cartoons with her in the TV room. When they had finished their dinner an hour early he had changed her into her white frilly night dress. He had decided earlier on his way home that tonight would be the perfect opportunity to progress her grooming.
The last several months since that night last July when he had first given himself a hand job in front of her had been eventful. All in all, he had performed that sexual act in front of her in either his bedroom or in the living room late at night at the weekend. Each time she would curiously study his cock as he stroked him, while he would rub and fondle her bare chest. He wanted her to get to this kind of sexual activity, that there was nothing to worry about.
And each time she nodded in agreement.
But tonight, he was going to get her to touch him. And if he was lucky he would feel her little folds too. He was growing silently impatient. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy fucking the other little girls before butchered them. He wanted to push on with the sexual priming with Katherine. In the next few years he knew that he would be wanting to fuck her.
Freddy sat in his grey jogging bottoms and white tank top, his usual night time attire. He glanced at the doorway of the TV room as Katherine bounded down the stairs from the toilet. She hurried into the room and stood obediently before him. Flashing her a cunning grin he stubbed out his cigarette on the nearby ashtray to his right on a small table.
“Now, tonight we’re going to have our special playtime? Okay?” he smiled.
She gave a curt, naïve nod. “Okay”
“It will be different though” he looked hungrily at her little body. Then stroked her dark blond locks from her face, “Take off your nightdress and vest top for me”
Katherine licked her lips anxiously and pulled off her garments, leaving her in pair of baby pink panties. Freddy smiled carnally at her and pulled off his own tank top. “Come and sit beside daddy”
She knelt onto the sofa to his right and nervously fiddled with her hands. “Are you going to touch yourself?”
“Mmm-mmm” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her lips gently. “Kiss me”
Katherine inclined her face forward and her lips met his again, as they leisure began to kiss. Mouths and tongues caressing each others softly, until he began to deepen the kiss and growled gutturally against her lips. His slick tongue ploughed into her little mouth and she made a startled mewing sound.. The fingers on his right hand curled into her locks and lightly tugged her closer to him, his tongue continuing to wrestle against her own. His tongue trailed lightly over her tongue and then across her bottom set of teeth. He grinned and broke the kiss.
He looked down at his chest and saw her right hand placed upon his bare chest, upon his hardened nipples as she fondled them alternatively. “Am I doing this right daddy?”
“Yes, you are” he breathed huskily. Then he motioned with his head from her face to his chest. “Go on”
She knew instantly what he meant and lowered her soft lips to his hardened left nipple. Her small pink tongue slithered out of her gaping mouth to slide around the nipple, then in one slick lick it glided across the bud. Freddy moaned softy and reached down with his free hand to pull out his increasingly hardening cock. He held it in his left hand, his hand not moving an inch. It was her that was would be doing the pleasuring tonight.
After a few more minutes of her licking and sucking around his chest he pulled her head away from his body. “Good girl”
She smiled at him and then glanced at his cock. “Why are you not stroking yourself?”
“I want you to do it for me”
“W-what?!” she stammered, “But…I don’t know how to!”
“I’m going to teach you. Then I’ll touch you” Freddy replied. He caressed her cheek lightly, “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay”
She glimpsed at his lap and then down at her own crotch area. “But I don’t have…what you have!”
“You mean my winkie?” he smirked.
“Yeah, I don’t have one of those!” she shifted nervously on her knees. “Where will you be touching?”
He trailed his fingers down the front of her bare chest, circling her little nipples lightly and towards her pink panties. He tenderly rubbed his two fingers over her crotch area, “There”
“Like the way you’re doing now” she asked innocently.
“No, you would need to take them off, sweetheart”
Her body shivered at the words. “I have to take them off?”
He nodded and leaned forward to leisurely kiss her lips, trying to sooth her nerves. Within minutes he had soothed her anxieties. Breaking the kiss he promised. “It may be a little weird at first and a little sore. But I promise in time you will like it”
“Sore?” her bottom lip trembled.
“But remember, I’m showing you how much I loved you. Okay?” he kissed her forehead.
Taking a deep breath her head bobbed slightly, “Yes daddy”
He slowly stood and pulled down his jogging bottoms to reveal his thighs, then sat down again. “Place your hand on my right leg. Just above my knee. Then just gently slide your hand up and down my thigh”
Katherine leaned forward and placed her cool right hand just above his right knee and began to rub upwards to just below the apex of his leg, below his hip. Then back down again, picking up a slow and tender pace. Freddy wanted her to get a feel for his flesh around his thighs, before pushing her onward to his cock and balls. Her eyes followed her hand as it was sliding back and forth.
Freddy smiled proudly at her, a dark perverse gleam in his eyes as he trailed his right hand down her bare back to the rim of her pants, then his fingers slipped inside the back of her pants and his hand cupped her small ass and kneading it firmly.
She whipped her head towards him, face etched with uncertainty. “Daddy-”
“It’s okay” he cooed hoarsely. Enjoying the feel of her soft round ass on his hand. “I’m just trying to help you feel nice and relaxed”
Swallowing thickly she gave a small nod.
“Now, I want you to touch me. Anyway you like. Just to get a feel of me”
“A feel?”
“So, you can be comfortable touching me” he explained.
Katherine stared at his hardened cock, pondering at how to go ahead. However, she couldn’t help but feel different. The way her father was rubbing and kneading her bum was causing something to happen to her, around her crotch area. It was as though she felt something down below.
“Daddy, I feel weird”
His lips pulled back into an impish grin, “Mmm, weird?”
“The way you are touching my bum. It’s making me feel weird down…” she nodded down at the front of her pants. “there”
Freddy arched an eyebrow in interest and deftly curved his hand towards her front, his index finger sliding along her soft little folds. They were slightly wet. Fuck! This was unexpected! He glided his index finger along them again and chuckled debauchedly. “It appears that my little girl likes me playing with her little ass!”
“What? I do?” she gawked.
He brought his hand out of her pants and held out his index finger for her to see the slight wetness on his fingertip. “See?”
“It’s wet” Katherine gulped in alarm. “W-why am I like that?”
“You see like when I touch myself down there” he nodded at his hard on, “it makes me hard, it makes me erect. Like my winkie stands up. But when girls, like you, are touched you get wet down at your little folds. It means you enjoy me touching you. It’s good sweetheart”
He brought his right finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, “Mmm. Delicious” his eyes roamed from her face to her right hand, “Now, come on. Start to touch me”
She lifted her right hand to the head of his cock and gently touched the soft tissue, trailing two finger down the front of his hard on. Dragging them down to the base and then back up again, feeling the skin on his cock that was warm and aching for release.
“Why don’t you hold it? Mmm?” Freddy moaned softly, liking the touch of her fingers on his cock. But he wanted more, he wanted her to pump him long and hard. Squeeze her little palm around him until he groaned out her name.
Katherine brought her shaking hand to the bottom of his shaft and wrapped her fingers around him. Marvelling at how firm he was. In a trance she moved her right hand to his lower stomach to steady herself and then heard him suggest.
“How about you touch me with your hand? You can touch them” he gently touched his ball-sacs. “Rub them nice and slow. Stroke me with your right hand. Keep me in a firm grip while you‘re stroking me”
She gave a mute nod, listening attentively to his commands. Slowly, she slide her hand up to the top of his head and then back down. Glancing momentarily at him she saw that he had closed his eyes, licking his lips smartly as the slightest smirk crossed his lips.
Turning back to the task at hand she leisurely began to rub his hardness up and down. Continuing her actions and glancing at him every now and then. Her left hand gently kneaded and massaged his balls. After a thirty seconds she heard him start to groan deeply, “Ohh”
She gulped, “Are you okay daddy?”
“Yes” he hissed, opening his eyes to smile at her. “Daddy’s feeling so good”
“Am I doing this right?” she asked.
He grinned fiendishly at her, “Yeah” he moaned. “You’re doing great. Go a little faster”
Katherine pulled her gaze back to her right hand and she began to pick up her pace, her strokes becoming slightly faster. She saw him jerk his hips upwards as she brought her hand down as she stroked him downwards. He continued to do this each time, groaning and moaning his approval to her.
“That’s it baby girl…” he sighed lustfully, “keep going. Make daddy cum”
She glanced at him and saw him staring at her, his lips licking at his mouth feverishly. He trailed his right hand back to her pants and curled his two fingers into the rim of her fabric and tugged them down back her upper thighs and to her knees. Exposing her little folds to him. His eyes dropped down to her centre and he growled as he thrust his cock into her hand as she dragged her palm down the underside of his shaft.
Two of his fingers danced along her inner left thigh to her slightly wet fold and he dragged one of them along towards her little bud of sensitive nerves. He pressed his finger to the bud and rubbed it gently.
She whimpered and looked at him strangely, “What are-?”
“Ssh” he commanded. He glanced at her hand seeing that it was still at a fairly good fast pace. He slid his fingers across her wetness and then an all too familiar burning sensation within his loins. He was close to climaxing.
Her lips clamped shut and she focused on continuing to slide his hand up and down on his shaft. Another low moan came from him and she felt him twitch and jerk in her hand, then she heard a loud deep groan coming from him.
“Ohh…”
She gasped as she felt him tense in her hands and saw a small spurt of white substance gushing from the tip of his shaft, covering her small fingers as she slowed her hand to a stop at the top of his cock.
Turning towards him she saw the biggest grin on his face as he laid back in his seat, he was panting softly. He gently pried her hand away from his now limp cock, “You did great sweetheart”
She gave a small smile.
“Now, sit on my lap” he patted his knee.
Looking down at her crotch she saw that his fingers were still gliding along her folds. He slowly removed them and helped her onto his knees, then lowered them again to her centre. “A-are you going to t-touch me now?”
“Yes” he held her right hip with his left hand, then inched his fingers along her little lips. Back and forth, just skimming against the soft tissue. Never entering her. Just getting a feel for her, seemingly making her a little wetter than before.
“It feels strange” Katherine whispered.
Freddy kissed her lips gently, his voice low. “Just relax for me baby”
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. At this moment Freddy gently eased his index finger into her and she immediately tensed at the intrusion. “I…I-”
He hushed her and pushed it in to about an inch. Then glided it back out and back in to the same depth. “You’re doing good princess”
Katherine snivelled quietly and her hands gripped his bare shoulders, her head was lowered to stare at his chest. She whimpered as he drove his finger a little deeper into her tight pussy, the feel of him inside her causing her discomfort and pain as she wailed gently. “It’s sore daddy!”
He ignored her cries of anguish and plunged his finger in again, enjoying the feel of her little cunt around his finger. He persisted in thrusting his finger in and out of her tightness, going at a steady pace. But nothing too frantic. It was like he was in a trance, he would have loved to shove both his fingers deep into her tightness to break her barrier.
But he couldn’t.
This was his daughter. Not one of them little sluts he fucked in his boiler room before slaughtering. He had to take it easy with her.
Blinking out of his trance he eased the pushing of his index finger in and out of her core until it was at a very leisurely pace. He heard her sigh softly and used his left hand to tipped her face up to him, seeing her eyes were slightly glazed. A mixture of pain and something else.
He frowned and then pulled his finger from her, sensing a slick wetness trickling down his finger. He glanced at his finger and smirked, it appeared that she had relished it a little too much. His flesh on her hand was coated with her moisture.
Pushing her back he lifted her onto the ground and bent to tug up her pants. Her head was bowed, staring anxiously at the ground. “Katherine honey, I know that hurt you. But it will get better”
She sniffled softly.
“Look at me baby”
Gingerly she lifted her head to stare at him, “Will it really get better daddy?”
“Yes” Freddy smiled warmly, “You even liked it tonight. You were all moist and wet for me. Remember, that means you are enjoying it”
“Okay” she muttered. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. What happened to her was confusing her greatly. “Can I go to bed? Please?”
He stood and pulled up his bottoms, “Yes. Now remember, you have to keep this a secret” crouching before her he extended his right pinkie. “Go on”
Raising her right hand she stretched her own pinkie out to him and their fingers curled and around each other’s, “Pinkie promise. I won’t tell anyone” she murmured.
Flashing her a cunning grin he kissed her forehead, “That’s my girl”
X x x
Tuesday 15^th April.
It had been a strange last few days for Freddy. He had instantly noticed Katherine’s quiet misdemeanour since Saturday night after their first time of touching each other. He knew that she was unsure of what had happened between them both and wanted to make absolutely sure that he brought her around to his way of thinking. All day on Sunday he had talked to her about their special activities. Explaining how their closeness and special relationship was why they were able to do those intimate things with each other.
If anyone found out about it that she would be taken away from him, that she would never see him again. The mere thought of it had sent her into a convulsions of tears. She had vehemently promised that she would keep everything a secret, that she didn’t want to be alone. That she never wanted to leave him.
Of course, he had kept her off of school on Monday, not wanting her to go into school with her head and thoughts in disarray. He had spent the whole day brightening up her mood. Anything that she wanted to do about the house, he did with her. Though he had to phone into work saying that he had to keep his daughter off of school due to a stomach bug.
Now, it was Tuesday and he had to send her back to school. She was worried though, but not because of their special time. But about something else that was playing on her mind from the weekend.
Freddy glanced momentarily at his daughter as she shuffled uneasily in her seat beside him. He looked back to the road and smirked slyly to himself. He knew why she was acting apprehensively. It was all because of their little talk from Saturday at the park. He could tell she was constantly thinking about what he had said to her. Yesterday he caught her in her room, staring outside at the children as they played amongst themselves. Again, she was analysing their every move! She even begged him last night to take the day off of school. In her eyes he could see her fear, she didn’t want to go to school. She was afraid of being picked on, terrified of what her friend Lucy would say to her or how she would behave around her.
He slowed the car as they approached the school grounds. Katherine sighed and turned towards him, her eyes wide with fright as she grabbed the rim of her white dress, scrunching it in her hands. It was steadily becoming a new trait of hers, whenever she was anxious. “Please daddy! I don’t want to go! Can I not go to work with you? I‘ll be really good, I won‘t get in your way!”
He shook his head, “Katherine honey, you have to go. Don’t worry, you’ll be okay. Just remember what I told you, just ignore them. Stay on your own. Okay?”
“But daddy, you said that in school the bullying gets really bad!” her bottom lip quivered violently.
Freddy cocked his head to the side and reached out to wipe away a small tear that rolled down her right cheek, “Don’t cry baby girl. You will be fine! If anyone says anything to you, you can tell me when I pick you up later. I’ll take care of them. Okay?”
“What about my teachers?” she gulped, “Can I tell them if someone picks on me?”
“No” he replied curtly, “They never helped me. So, they won’t help you. Just you tell me if anyone of them little brats pick on you”
Katherine slowly took a deep breath and nodded.
He grinned and leaned over to kiss her forehead, “You be a good girl, I’ll pick you up later”
Her left hand grabbed her school bag from under her seat and with another anxious glance at the children wandering to the school building, she pushed opened the door and went on her way. Freddy chuckled fiendishly, everything was going according to plan. His boss Burke has informed him late last night that he wouldn’t have to come into work as he had a family ‘emergency’ to attend to in Cleveland. So, the next few days were his to do what he wished. And he knew exactly what he wanted to do…
x x x
It was just 12.15pm and the pupils of Springwood Elementary were congregated in the large canteen hall. There was about between twenty to twenty-five long tables, each of them seating roughly twelve children. The majority of the tables were packed, with some children bringing their own pack lunches. While other children eagerly lined up at the canteen counters waiting for their food to be dished out to them onto their hot plates. In the middle of the canteen Katherine sat at her table, at the far end of the. She used her fork to idly play with her spaghetti, which had barely been touched. All day she felt nauseated, on edge. She actually felt that she was going to be sick. Even the thought of food make her ill. Her fear was slowly consuming her. Lucy and her other two friends, Carl and Melanie sat at the far end of the table. Too busy chatting to themselves to notice her.
There were two empty seats beside Melanie, then there were three boys sat next to each other and then Katherine. The young girl glanced over to Lucy and her two other friends. She gulped in dread as she saw Lucy climb off of her chair and walk towards her. Lucy stopped at her side and gave her a sombre look. Katherine hadn’t even said hello to her all morning. Not even during recess at 10am. All she did was draw in her book at her desk, not even venturing outside to play. “Katherine, are you not talking to me?”
Katherine lifted her vacant gaze towards her friend, giving a casual shrug of her shoulders then lied, “I’m not in the mood to talk”
Lucy gave an apologetic look, “I’m sorry about Saturday. But I still think your daddy is a bit creepy”
Katherine slammed her fork onto the plate and rose to her feet, her lips curling into a grimace, “You’re wrong Lucy! He’s not!”
Again Lucy tried to apologise but she was too late, as Katherine quickly walked away from the table. She rushed through the crowds until she was at the exit of the canteen where one of the teachers were on duty. Ms Pritchard. “Miss, may I go to the toilet?”
“Yes. You can head out to the playground when you’re finished”
Katherine gave a meek nod and turned right out of the canteen. She wandered down for about fifteen feet past three classrooms until she came to the female toilets and went inside. Once at the last cubicle she pushed opened the door and slammed it shut behind her, her eyes now welling with tears. In rage she clenched her right fist and smashed it against the door, then slowly rested her forehead against the wood as sobs wrecked her little body.
Gritting her teeth in annoyance she turned around to close the toilet lid and sat on top, pulling her legs close to her chest before gently rocking back and forth. Her thoughts were lingering on Lucy’s words. She was wrong and being a nasty brat! Her father wasn’t creepy. He was normal, he was just protecting her like any caring father would. Maybe Lucy was jealous, she probably envied Katherine for the strong, special relationship she had with her father.
Turning to her left she grabbed a few pieces of toilet roll and dabbed at her teary eyes. From now on she wouldn’t acknowledge Lucy, or any of her other friends. Maybe it was good if she played on her own. She always had an active imagination. Perhaps she didn’t need anyone to play with her. She was going to alright on her own, her father would be with her. That was only one person she would ever need.
Her daddy.
Her legs trembled as she placed her feet on the cream tiles. Steadying herself she took a deep breath and unlocked the door, easing it open to find the toilet area empty. Sniffling quietly she walked over to the large rectangular mirror above the sinks. She securitized her face. Her eyes were a little red from crying, while her hair was tied back in a plait by a single white ribbon. It had occurred to her over the last few months that her father would pick out his way to style her hair. He never asked her what she wanted. Also, she noticed that her father was very controlling in how she dressed. Every night he would pick and choose her dresses or outfits for the next day. It never really bothered her as it saved her the hassle of thinking of what to wear. She was always fussy when it came to her clothes. Her father knew what was best for her.
Katherine took a small step closer to the mirror and tucked a stray of her hair behind her left ear. Her hair had grown a little darker in colour over the last few months. Almost the same colour as her mother’s. She frowned at his, having not thought of her mother in a long time. If only her father would bring her to where she was buried. Just to see her tombstone for a few minutes. However, there was no way he would do that. He hadn’t even mentioned her mother to her in ages. It was though she never existed to him.
She sighed grimly and trailed her left hand lightly over her cheeks, brushing her tears away. Forcing a smile she twisted away from the mirror and wandered back out into the corridor, her destination was the two large double doors that led out to the playground.
Her fellow pupils walked along with her and scurried outside, while Katherine came to a sudden stop at the doorway. Her body rigid with trepidation. Her old teacher Mrs Carter noticed her and went to her side, “Come on Katherine. It’s a lovely day. Nice and sunny!”
Katherine nodded and followed a group of girls into the yard, then ventured over to a small bench. Her eyes scoured the playground that was full of 1^st to 3^rd graders playing happily amongst themselves. She saw Lucy and her friends starting a game of ‘tag’, while other groups of children began to play hop-scotch, clapping games, double-dutch, while a small group of 3^rd graders began to play a friendly competitive game of soccer. Nearly every child was either chatting away to their friends or playing in a game.
Except for Katherine.
She sat down slowly onto the bench and then looked up as Mr Jacobs approached her side, “Hello Katherine”
“Hi, sir” she gave a weak smile.
The teacher noticed her timid deposition, her sense of unease. “Are you okay?”
She nodded once, “Yes. I’m okay”
He began to speak again but his attention was caught as out of the corner of hs eye, there were two young boys quarrelling over a soccer ball. “David! Paul! Stop that at once!”
Katherine jumped to her feet, her body shaking as the boy’s grappled over the ball. Mr Jacobs approached them, scolding them for their behaviour.
Across the way from the Elementary School playground was a small alleyway. Freddy peered out of his car window, into the playground and smiled haughtily. Watching as his daughter backed away from the bench towards the entrance of the building. The look on her face was one of terror of what was happening between the two boys. A smug grin grew across his countenance, “That’s it sweetheart, keep away from them!”
Back at the playground Katherine spun around to face Mrs Carter who stood at ht entrance. “Miss, can I go back to my classroom please?”
“Why?” she asked, face full of worry, “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Nothing” she shrugged, “I just want to go back to my classroom. I don’t want to ply outside today. Please would you let me go?”
Mrs Carter glimpsed at the other children, wondering if anyone had upset the child. “Of course, I’ll bring you in” she held out her right hand which Katherine quickly took in hers, “I’ll let your teacher Mr Jennings know that you wanted to come in early. He’s probably getting your work ready for the afternoon”
Freddy sniggered wickedly as he saw Katherine disappear back into the school with the teacher. It was just fucking perfect. Her mind was being warped even more so, much faster than he had anticipated.
She is yours to do what you wish…
And she won’t even question you. She doesn’t doubt you…
Why would she Freddy? You’re her daddy!
Freddy smirked decadently. They were right, she trusted him so much.
Even now. You’ve started to groom her far earlier than you wished.
Before she turns a teenager you’ll have claimed her innocence and she would think that it was normal.
Chuckling sinisterly at those dark voices, he nodded. Knowing they were right. It could quite possibly be in the next few years when he would take her.
He would though wait another few weeks before continuing his sexual activities with her. Perhaps another three weeks before he would touch her again…
Katherine felt a smile tug at her lips as the school bell sounded for 3pm. School was over for the day and for once she was glad! It certainly had felt strange, not speaking to any one today at school. Of course she spoke to her teachers, she didn’t mind speaking to them. However, she did have to speak to a girl beside her at their table. Just say Rebecca didn’t understand their English work that they were meant to be doing in the last period. It seemed that she wasn’t the only pupil who didn’t really listen to Mr Jennings! Katherine remained civil and tried to help her as best as she could then went back to her own work, not bothering to speak to the girl the rest of the hour.
Grabbing her belongings she hung her school bag over her shoulders and rushed into the small cloak room where her cream cardigan was hooked on her coat stand. Her feet were on fire as she half walked/ran down the busy corridor and out the front doors of the building. All she wanted to go was go home and spend the rest of the day with her father.
She hopped down the first two steps that led her out of the building. A group of children walked past her, venturing towards a small pathway that led to the several school buses to her left. Katherine titled her head to the side and scanned the car park for her father’s car. A bright smile formed don her face as she saw him standing at the car waiting for her.
Like a flash she darted across the freshly cut grass towards him and jumped off the small wall onto the ground, “Hi!”
He chuckled and crouched down to lift her into his arms, kissing her once on her lips. “Hello, princess! So, how was school?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggling against him warmly, “It wasn’t that bad. I did what you told me. I stayed away from them!”
“Oh, I know do you did” he grinned knowingly and then climbed into the front driver’s seat, placing her on his lap then tugged her school bag off her shoulders.
“You did? How?”
He threw her school bag on the floor in front of the passenger’s seat, then fixed her cardigan on her shoulders, straightening it. “I was watching you”
“Watching me?” she rose her eyebrows.
“Yes” he tenderly began to stroke her right cheek, “There is an alleyway across form the playground in your school. I didn’t go to work today, so I parked the car there at lunch time and saw you sitting on the bench. You were watching the other children again. Just like I knew you would” a small ominous chuckle erupted from him, “Then you went inside, didn’t you?”
Katherine nodded, “I went in and helped Mr Jennings put out the work for the afternoon”
He nodded his head towards the passenger seat, ordering her over which she duly complied. “Now, baby girl, this Saturday I might take you to the park. But as long as you don’t wander off with any of the other children”
“I won’t daddy, I promise!” she replied curtly.
Freddy gave a self-satisfied grin, “That’s what I like to hear!”
x x x
Friday 18^th April 1969
The last few days in school Katherine’s actions had been more or less the same. Keeping her interactions with the other children down to the bare minimum. Each day at lunch she quickly sat at an empty table, but to her disgruntlement other children would come and sit beside. However, she kept herself to herself, eating quietly at her food. After finishing her lunch she would ask to be allowed back to her classroom. She was allowed each day to help out Mr Jennings, but today she was ordered outside to the playground. Mr Jennings believed that she was being too distant from the other children, that it wasn’t good for her to segregate herself from her friends or classmates.
When she had begrudgingly went outside she had sat on the bench and even engaged in a conversation with her old 2^nd grade teacher Mrs Carter. It had helped cheer her up. Other than Miss Ferguson back in Kindergarten, Mrs Carter was the best teacher she had so far. The woman was in her early forties, with short blond bobbed hair, bright green eyes, high cheek bones. She always wore scented perfumes, pretty dresses and always had a smile on her face. Sometimes Katherine thought she was younger than she looked. They had just generally chatted about her favourite subjects in school, namely arts and crafts, English and science. She had stated to Mrs Carter that when she grew up she wanted to have her own art museum or be an art teacher. Her old teacher had proudly smiled back at her, saying that if she worked hard at school she could be anything she wanted to be.
It had certainly brightened up her day!
The clock struck 9pm in the Krueger residence. For once Freddy had allowed his daughter to stay up a little later than usual. Normally she would be in her bed by 8pm, either drawing or fast asleep. While he would hide away in his ‘room’ or head to bed early himself. But seeing as she had obeyed his instructions this week he had told her after dinner that she would allowed to watch television with him until they both went to bed.
Freddy lay on his back on the green sofa in the TV room, while Katherine lay sprawled on top of his chest. Her head was nestled in the crook of his neck, her body stretched out over his chest and upper legs, her feet were curled up under the cream blanket he had thrown over them both. Her hands were laid upon his chest, while his left hand delicately played with a few strands of her hair that hung stretched half way down her back. Both their faces were turned towards the TV, the soft white glow from the TV set illuminating the room as they watched the Ed Sullivan show.
Krueger smiled to himself, a relaxed sigh coming from him. Despite not working all week because of Burke’s so called fucking family emergency, he still felt tired. To keep himself busy while Katherine was at school he had re-arranged his secret room.. He had dismantled one of the shelves and removed the old jars that had previously contained organs from his children. He knew he could always buy new jars whenever the occasion called for it. When he was sorting out his room he had stumbled upon his red scrapbook he had for Katherine. There were only two pictures of her in the book so far, stuck to the front page. There were the old photo albums from the attic that he had left in his room, but he hadn’t the time to look through them closely. He vaguely recollected there were pictures of her when she was just born, then up until she was two or three years old.
He always wanted more photos of her when she as toddler, but never had got around to getting them done. To his annoyance there wasn’t as many photos of her as he had hoped. But still he had his new toy to use, to capture photos of her now. For the first time two weeks ago he had used his Polaroid camera to take photos of that little fuck Liam Quinn, before and after he had butchered him. He never realised the picture quality was so clear. Every cut, ever stab wound was so obvious. There was about six photos in total, from different angles of the boy’s corpse. Before he died and immediately after. The pictures were now sealed in his new thick black book.
Katherine blinked slowly, staring in boredom at the TV as some musician began to sing one of their hit songs. She hadn’t a clue who they were, not that she particularly cared. Her mind was elsewhere, thinking of Lucy’s vicious words from the weekend. She knew now why she was acting that way and she had to tell her father, “Lucy’s jealous!”
Her father grabbed the mote control from the floor and lowered the volume, then asked through his chuckles, “What?”
She lifted her head from the crook of his neck and slowly pushed herself up, her hands resting on his white tank top. Her face was deadly serious as she locked her gaze with his replied, “Lucy is jealous! That’s why she said those nasty things about you last week at the park! She’s jealous of me!”
He laughed again, liking this spiteful side of her, “Why do you say that?
She tugged the blanket around her pink pyjamas, “She just is daddy! I mean, she’s probably jealous of the way that you treat me. You buy me loads of toys. Like last week you bought me three new dolls, you always buy me lovely dresses. You always make sure I look nice whenever I go to school or out to the park! She is jealous of the way that you love me, the way you protect me and look after me! Her daddy probably doesn’t love her the way you love me. That’s why she is being a nasty, cheeky brat!”
He gave flashed her a vicious grin, “Yes, Katherine you are right The little piglet is just jealous! No one will love you, the way I do. Now, don’t you worry about Lucy any more“ there was a small pause, “Has she tried to talk to you again in school?”
“No” her head shook from side to side, “I hardly talk to anyone in school anymore. There’s a girl who sits beside me, called Rebecca. She would sometimes ask me what we are meant to be doing for our school work;. She doesn‘t listen to Mr Jennings! I try to help her, but that’s about it. I swear daddy!”
He smiled nefariously at her, “That’s good, baby girl. Now, we’re going to the park tomorrow. Just for an hour. You can bring your toys with you. What do you want to bring?”
Her eyes flickered upwards as she pondered this, “Um, can I bring my new Crissy doll that you bought me last week?”
“Yes, anything else?”
“My sketch book and colouring pencils!”
“Okay, but what do yiu say?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Please daddy!”
He grinned, “Of course you can” his eyes flickered over to clock on the far wall facing them. “C’mon, it’s time for bed. Go upstairs, wash your face and brush your teeth. Also, get your bag ready for tomorrow morning”
She smiled and crept up to kiss him on his lips, “Love ya!”
Freddy chuckled at her and watched as she climbed off of his chest, then handed him the blanket. He folded it into two as she skipped out of the room and up the stairs. He stretched his back, trying to straighten his weary muscles and then turned off the TV before following his daughter to the landing.
Once at the small hot press beside his bedroom he placed the blanket inside ventured into Katherine’s room. He went to her wardrobe and rummaged through the dresses, nothing particularly holding his attention. Spinning around he went to her white chest of drawers and pulled out the bottom right hand drawer. His hands lifted out a small pair of jeans and lemon t-shirt.
Katherine held a look of surprise as she entered the room. For once in a very long time he wasn’t setting out a dress for her and she was quietly pleased about it! Before climbing into bed she lifted her small school bag, empting her books onto a small drawing desk at the bottom of her bed. It was bought for her 7^th birthday. Then pulled out the small drawer where he case of colouring pencils and sketch book were kept. She threw them into her bag and went to the back of the room where there were at least twenty to thirty dolls, of various sizes and brands. She lifted a doll approximately 16 inches tall, with long dark auburn hair and a bright orange dress and placed it beside her bag.
Turning around she saw that her father had pulled down the bed clothes and pointed at the bed, “In you go”
She scrambled forward onto her bed, grabbing her Dancerina doll from the chest of drawers and beamed up at her father as he pulled the bed clothes over her. “Night baby girl. I’ll get you up bright and early!”
“Night daddy”
He used his fore finger and thumb to delicately pinch her right cheek, making her giggle. With a contented sigh she slowly closed her eyes snuggling against her pillow. Freddy smirked and quietly left the room, yet again making sure to leave the door slightly ajar to allow the light from the landing into her room. Even now at seven years of age, the dark still frightened her. No matter how he tired to reassure her that nothing would happen to her, she still was afraid of it. Paralyzed with fear. He remembered one time during February there was a bad thunder storm and the electric had went out, then he heard her screams. She was shaking, cowering under the covers as he entered her room with a small flashlight. She had flung herself at him when he sat beside her, burrowing her face in his chest. It had taken him nearly an hour to calm her. And even longer to get her to go back to sleep.
Freddy walked across to his own room and took off his tank top, throwing it into the small linen basket in the corner of the room and then kicked ff his black boots. He climbed onto his bed, ready for some shut eye when he froze. A thought entering his mind. He gingerly exited his room and advanced across the hall back to Katherine’s room.
Gently he pushed the door opened a few niches, peering inside to where bed was across from the door tucked against the wall. Her breathing was low and shallow, her little body consumed by exhaustion. He carefully crept into her room and prudently climbed over her little frame, squeezing into the space beside her against the wall. A small mumble came from her and he quietly hushed her. He smiled softly and then snuggled against her and laid his head on the edge of the white pillow. His penetrating gaze was set upon her sleeping visage. Delicately he lifted his right hand towards her face and traced the outline of her skin, over and over.
He knew deep down that he loved her deeply, more than anything else in his life and with whatever humanity that was left his in soul. If he had a soul that was. But for some disturbing reason he knew that his love for her was slowly starting to turn into some more neurotic, an infatuation to say the least!
Even over the last several months whenever he was fucking the girls he kidnapped in the boiler room, he would constantly think about Katherine as he ravaged their little bodies. He knew that he was sexually attracted to his daughter. With those dark brown eyes, that cute button nose, soft kissable lips and that wavy dark blonde hair was that starting to turn into a light brown. That firm ass, those perky nipples and them thighs.
Fuck. She was gorgeous!
One thing was for certain, everything about her and about him was starting to change…
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