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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
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Warning: Freddy's dark, perverted thoughts will become more apparant in the rest of this story. There will be non-con scenes.
Chapter 4: Little Dolls
“Daddy, wake up!”
Freddy felt a small pair of hands tugging lightly at his shirt. He grumbled softly and opened his groggy eyes to stare at his daughter. The blanket was draped over her shoulders as she looked up at him. His body was stiff from sleeping on the chair, it wasn’t comfortable at all. He rolled his shoulders trying to loosen the knots in his neck and sat up in the chair, glancing at his watch. It was just past 7.30am.
“Daddy” she tugged his shirt again, “I’ve to get ready for school!”
He slowly stood to his feet and stretched his arms above his head. He was never a morning person. He had completely forgot today was Monday. Peering down at his little daughter he sighed softly. “Don’t worry, you’re not going to school today”
“I’m not?” her face scrunched up in surprise, “But I’m not sick. I don’t feel sick”
Freddy laughed softly and lifted her into his arms, “I know. But I want you to spend the next few days with me. Okay? You can go back to school next Monday”
“But Miss Ferguson might be angry if I miss school”
He reassuringly kissed her forehead and squeezed her small waist, “Don’t you worry baby, I’ll speak to your teacher next week. Now, what you want for breakfast?”
“Pancakes! Loads of pancakes!” she beamed.
“Anything for you!” he smirked and carried her downstairs. He set her on one of the chairs at the kitchen table and began to prepare her breakfast.
She sat quietly, pulling the blanket closely to her little frame. Freddy glanced at her as he poured out a glass of milk, “Katherine, sweetheart. Do you remember our talk last night?”
Her brown eyes stared up at him as he placed the glass of milk in front of her. “Yes, I remember daddy. I’ve promises to keep. We made pinkie promises last night!”
“That’s my girl” he grinned darkly at her, “Now, I’m going to get a quick shower after I give you your breakfast. So, you stay downstairs”
“Can I watch cartoons?” she asked.
“You can. But keep the TV low” he nodded. Turning back to the kitchen counter he put some butter on three pancakes and placed them on a plate in front of her. “Eat up”
Grabbing one buttered smeared pancake in her right hand, Katherine hungrily ate her food and began to hum away to herself as she ate. Her eyes glanced up as her father left the kitchen towards the staircase.
Freddy discarded his green shirt into the laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom. He stared blankly into the mirror, his eyes scanned his stomach. You could barely see the white scars on his skin, reminders of his teenaged years living with Underwood. Of course Underwood didn’t give him them scars, but it reminded him of that night when he finally put that fucker out of his misery. He growled to himself, pushing the thought of that bastard to the back of his mind.
He delicately ran his fingertips over the scars. He still had that old blade, hidden in his room. It was a keepsake. A tie to his past. Freddy kicked off his boots and began to take off his remaining clothes, getting ready for his shower.
Downstairs in the TV room Katherine sat Indian style in front of the television. On the screen the cartoon Tom and Jerry was playing. She giggled as she watched, with the blanket still draped around her shoulders.
She had left her plate and glass in the sink, knowing too well she had to clean up after herself. It was something her father always told her to do. Another burst of laughter came from her as she continued to watch her cartoons. Her mood had certainly perked up from yesterday. But then again that could all change. She hadn’t ventured out to the back garden since yesterday. A part of her didn’t want to.
Her head turned to the doorway as she heard her father descending the stairs. Freddy peeked into the room and grinned at her. Now dressed in a fresh pair of black trousers and his infamous red and green sweater, “You okay baby?”
“Yep!” she nodded merrily. “Can I get dressed?”
He held out his right hand to her, beckoning her forward. She scampered to her feet and ran towards him and entangled his hand with his. They slowly ascended the stairs to her room. “Now, Katherine. I have some things I have to do in the house. So, I want you to stay outside in the garden”
“Okay daddy” she nodded.
Once inside her room Freddy pulled open her chest of drawers, picking out a fresh pair of white cotton panties, socks and vest top. “I’ll pick out what you’re wearing today. Okay?”
She nodded once and watched with eager eyes as he scoured through her built-in wardrobe for something for her to wear. He studied each dress closely until his gaze set upon a pair of denim dungarees. He pulled it out along with a pair of baby blue tennis shoes from the floor. Turning around he pulled open her t-shirt drawer and pulled out a light blue t-shirt for underneath the dungarees.
He began to rummage through a small black tin box that contained her array of hair bands and various ribbons - there were white, yellow, pink, red, purple. Like a rainbow of ribbons! He picked out a light blue one and smiled down at her as she waited patiently, “C’mon. I’ll get you dressed in my room”
She grinned up at him and skipped after him into his room. He sat on the seat beside the dresser and motioned her towards him, as he held her pants in his right hand. Quickly, she reached underneath her nightdress to yank down her pants. She kicked them off and held onto his knees as he began to bend down to put on her fresh clean pair. Her nimble fingers held on tightly as she stuck her leg in each hole and with a few tugs he pulled them up. He allowed his hands to roam along the back of her thighs and up towards her firm round ass where they llingered for a few seconds. Fuck, her ass felt really good. Now, that Loretta was out of the way perhaps he should take the time to groom Katherine...
He clamped his blue eyes shut and grimaced in disgust at his vile thoughts. How fucking dare he think that? This was his daughter for crying out loud! The most precious posession he had. He had the little girls to touch and fuck He would not do that to Katherine.
Taking a deep breath he withdrew his hands from under her nighty and swiftly pulled it off her little frame. Within a few minutes she was now dressed in her fresh vest top, dungarees and blue t-shirt. He slowly pulled her onto his lap, with her facing the large rectangular mirror. She smiled warmly at him as he stroked her hair. He grabbed a hair brush and delicately started to brush her soft hair backwards.
There was another thing Freddy was good at besides killing and that was doing little girl’s hairs. He had plenty of practice with the little piglets at the power plant. Putting various ribbons in their hair after killing them. Sometimes making French plaits or pulling their blood smeared hair into pig-tails. Making them into bloodied dead little dolls. That was before he discarded their remains in the furnace. Sometimes he would even quickly sketch their little dead bodies into his large scrap book. If only he had one of them Polaroid cameras?
It was like a ritual he liked to do.
Depraved and sickening.
“So, you what way do you want your hair?” he asked softly, breaking out of his twisted thoughts.
“I didn’t know you can do my hair daddy!” she muttered in surprise, “I just thought mommy’s can do little girls hairs!”
He chuckled lowly, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Well, daddy can do lots of things! I’m very talented!”
“Oh, okay!” her lips pursed together as she pondered silently, “Um, a French plait!”
Kissing her hair gently he began to part her hair in three sections, gradually entwining them. Under and over, crossing each other until her hair was in a tight French plait. He tied the end of her hair with the hair band, then tied it with the ribbon in a bow.
She hopped down off of his lap and watched in silence as she pulled on her small socks and then her tennis shoes. “Can you learn me to tie my laces some day?”
He nodded quickly, “Yes. But not today” Bending down slightly he swiftly tied her laces and straightened up.
Staring at him attentively Katherine waited for him to give her permission to leave. He smirked and studied her little body. She was so adorable. Her dark chocolate eyes, her button nose. Rosy cheeks. Baby pink lips. “You are beautiful, you know that Kat?”
Just like a porcelain doll.
She felt her cheeks blushed as she nervously fiddled with her hands. “Thanks daddy. You’re handsome. Like prince charming!” she giggled.
His grin grew wider and he was caught off guard as she threw herself at him, hugging him tightly. She was in a far better mood today than yesterday. He patted her back lightly, “I’ll never hurt you. You know that? Right?”
“I know daddy” she whispered against his chest, then stood up straight. “Can I go outside and play? Please?”
“Go on. But stay in the garden” he commanded.
Nodding obediently she rushed out of the master bedroom into her own room to pick up her favourite doll - the one with the green dress. She also collected her colouring book and crayons. There was one thing that she loved. Colouring and drawing. She definitely got her artistic side from her father.
She trotted downstairs, her destination the back garden. But once she came to the front door, her little legs froze in realisation as where she was heading to. Her little right hand gently pulled the front back door opened, her big brown eyes staring in bewilderment at the far end of the garden.
Katherine took a small step outside and sat on the small step. Her eyes began to well up in tears, staring at the grass where her mother was laying motionless just the day before.
But now she was gone.
What did her father do with her?
She clutched her doll close to her chest. She daren’t move any further into the garden. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. Her body trembled with fear, the grip on her doll taut and close to her chest. She clasped her eyes shut, trying to banish the image of yesterday out of her mind. She had to remember, her mother was a bad girl, her father had said to her. She was disobedient. It was why he had to give her medicine. Her father was always right.
Always.
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Freddy had carried the small black suitcase downstairs to the basement. He would burn the clothes and shoes that belonged to Loretta. He could maybe dump the rest of her belongings in the junkyard where he worked.
Ah, fuck!
He growled inwardly. He was meant to be at work today at 10am. That fucker of a boss Jonathan Burke would chew his ass if he didn’t come in. But he had an excuse. He couldn’t leave Katherine, especially after yesterday. If he had to lose his fucking job then so be it. He would find another one. There was plenty of work in this town.
Walking towards the furnace he popped open the door and began to empty the contents of the case into the darkness. He closed the hatch and then set the furnace alight. Keeping the settings low.
He moved towards the double doors of the basement, wondering what Katherine was up to. His two strong arms unlocked the doors and pushed them opened. His steely gaze scoured the garden. It was empty. Where the hell was she?
There was a small sniffled to his left, making him turn to see her sat on the step outside the back door. Her terrified gaze was looking straight ahead towards the back of the garden near the wooden fence. His brows furrowed in confusion and he went to her side. “What’s wrong honey?”
She looked up to him as he crouched down beside her. Then her eyes flashed back towards the back of the garden. “Where did she go?”
It then hit him. She was wondering where Loretta’s body was. Freddy shifted his body so she could sit on his lap, hugging her tightly to him. “It’s okay baby. I had to move your mommy last night”
“Did you bury her? In the graveyard?” her face lifted up to look at him. Longing for answers to ease her worried mind.
He looked down her and sighed inwardly. Oh, how he wanted to tell her the truth. That she wasn’t buried in graveyard. That her scorched corpse was laying strewn in the furnace in the boiler room. That in his eyes she didn’t deserve a proper burial. She was a bad girl after all. But he had to sooth her nerves, her fear.
She looked like a little frightened dear caught in the head-lights. Her big brown eyes wet with tears, her lip trembled slightly. “Yes, I buried her. But don’t you worry about it anymore. Okay? You have me sweetheart. It’s just you and me now. That’s all you need. Just me”
Katherine nodded silently and grasped his right hand tightly. He squeezed it gently, “How about I build you something to play in the garden?”
“Really?” she perked up, the beginnings of a small grin growing across her face, “Like a swing or a playhouse?”
“Well, I’ll have a think about it” he lifted her off of his lap onto the grass, “I have to go back into the house. You going be okay out here?”
“Yes daddy”
He kissed her cheek and stood up, “I’ll be out in an hour”
She nodded and ventured a few feet into the garden, kneeling on the grass beside the small rose bed and set out her crayons and colouring in book beside her. He smirked and went back into the house through the back door. Once in the living room he lifted the small black telephone at the front window of the room and dialled the number of his work.
After the fourth ring it was answered by a deep gruff voice, “Hello?”
Freddy snarled quietly. He always hated that bastard’s gravely voice. “Hello John. It’s Fred Krueger here”
“Hi Fred, what can I do for you?”
“I won’t be able to make it to work this morning or well for the rest of this week. Some family problems have came up” he replied hastily.
“Oh” John murmured in surprise, “This is a bit short notice Fred” he paused, “What sort of family problems?”
Freddy closed his eyes, refraining from snapping at him. Nosy fucker! He let out a low deep breath, “Well, John…my wife has just left me” he lied, “We had a bad argument yesterday and she just walked out on me. Left me and Katherine. I need to look after my daughter this week”
“Is she not at school?” John enquired.
“No, I thought it would be best to keep her off this week. She’s not taking the news very well. She is only five years old you know. She doesn’t fully understand what is happening” his gripped tightened on the phone. He felt like telling John to shove his job up his ass. “I need to make sure she’s okay. I’ll be back next Monday. But…I may need to change my hours in work”
He heard John mutter to himself then sighed, “Okay Fred. We’ll take about this when you’re in next week. But you’re not getting paid for this week. This is a warning, any unexpected changes or failing to turn up for work in the future and I’ll have to reconsider your position”
Freddy’s lips curled into a snarl. “Fine” he hissed, “I’ll see you next Monday at 10am”
With a soft curse he slammed the receiver down, “Asshole” He left the living room towards the stairs, his conversation with John was putting him in a fowl mood.
He never liked John Burke, he never knew why he took up that job at the Junkyard over three years ago, around the start of 1964. Of course the pay was good and the hours suited him. But John Burke was nothing but a conceited pig, he thought he was someone because he owned a few businesses in town.
The only other thing that Freddy liked about the job was the fact that he found some special items that helped him craft his gloves. When he found all the old knives, spikes, curved hooks and other assorted blades while he was working he couldn’t help but take them. It was just a few weeks after he began to work there that he created his first glove. Within six months of working there he had created four of them. Of course before working there he had killed his first five children with his old thin blade he had used on himself, amongst other inventive killing methods. When he created the gloves that was when fun really started!
The scrap yard certainly was a place filled of hidden treasures. He even managed to find an old honing device last year that he brought home one evening when Loretta was out with Katherine. It fitted perfectly in the corner of his special room.
He stopped in the doorway of his bedroom and glowered angrily at the perfumes and jewellery boxes on the dresser that belonged to Loretta. It was as good a time as ever to disposed of them. Maybe the furnace would suffice for destroying them. Pulling out one of the drawers that contained her nightdresses he threw the perfumes, velvet boxes and her bag of makeup into the drawer, tugging it out the whole way. He placed it on the ground and completely pulled out the bottom draw that contained her lingerie, placing it on top of the other. The next two drawers belonged to him, so they remained untouched.
Lifting both drawers he carried them downstairs to the basement. The fire was still burning in the furnace and with a cool smile he emptied the contents of the drawers inside. He turned up the intensity of the fire watching as the clothes singed and charred away, while the glass bottles of the perfumes turned a red/yellow colour.
There was one last thing he had to do.
He climbed the basement stairs and entered the living room, staring blankly at the black and white photos of him and Loretta on their wedding day back in 25^th September 1959. He had just turned twenty one years old a few weeks before while she was just nineteen. They had been courting since he was eighteen and when she was sixteen. Back then he thought she was the most gorgeous girl he had laid eyes on. He clearly remembered her parents warning her a week or so before they wed that she was making a big mistake. But she was stubborn and stood her ground, making it absolutely clear that she was going to marry him with or without their blessing.
The fuckers didn’t even turned up at the wedding. It was a small ceremony at a registry office at the Town Hall. She had dreamed of a grandeur wedding, but as their finances weren’t that good she had to settle for a low key wedding instead. They also had to pay for their new home at 1428 Elm Street. He had held a steady job at the Elementary School as a janitor until 1961, while she was still slaving away as a waitress at the Craven Inn Diner, just up until she fell pregnant with Katherine The place they first met.
Freddy gritted his teeth, pushing those memories to the dark abyss of his mind and stormed forward towards three of the wedding photographs on the mantle piece. He grasped them tightly and smashed their frames against the ground in a fit of fury. His gaze turned towards two small pictures at the far end of the mantle piece, where one was of Loretta and Katherine. While the far one was of him and Katherine. Grabbing the one of his wife and Katherine, he twisted opened the back of the frame and slid out of the photo. Then carefully tore it down the middle, separating the part of the picture that had Katherine. He slipped it into the back of his pocket, while scrunching up the other half.
He left the picture of him and Katherine on the mantelpiece, but moved it towards the middle. Trailing a finger over the smiling face of Katherine, he smiled darkly. It was just them two now. They didn’t need anyone else.
Katherine sighed jadedly, wondering what was keeping her father. Even though she did like to play by herself she was feeling rather lonely today. Why wouldn’t he hurry up? Placing down her purple crayon, she stood on her knees and trudged forward a few feet forwards the small rose bed her mother had always tended to. She leaned forward smelling the scent of the rose and gently plucked out a large red rose, twirling it between her small fingers. She placed it beside her doll and reached over for another rose, this time a pink one.
The back door abruptly opened, revealing her father as he approached her side, “So, who are they for?” he asked, eying the roses.
“Um” she shrugged her shoulders, “We can put them in the kitchen?”
“That sounds like a good idea”
She left the rose on the grass and turned to fully face him, “Would you play with me daddy? I’m bored!”
Freddy stared vacantly at his daughter for a few seconds, a mischievous thought crossing his mind. Then he playfully smirked at her, hunching lower and growled in a low yet teasing voice she knew all too well, “The big bad wolf gonna get ya!”
His daughter squealed in laughter, loving this little game of theirs. It was her favourite and he knew it! Ever since last Halloween when they talked about her werewolf costume her father would engage in a little game of chasing her around the garden. Pretending he was a big hungry wolf and she was a little piglet, catching her and acting as if he going to eat her all up!
When in reality he was butchering the piglet’s in the boiler room. It was since that conversation he began to see the children as little piglets and he was the big bad wolf with his bladed claw. Ready to slaughter all the little piggies!
Katherine took a small step back and twisted away, running to the back of the garden out of her fathers grasp. He chortled haughtily and pursued her slowly, giving her a little lee-way.
“Gonna get’cha!” he hissed, “Gonna get’cha piggy!”
She stared up at him a big grin on her face and scampered out of the way as he lunged towards her, missing her by mere inches. A heart laugh left her as she ran back down the garden. “Help me!” she giggled again, “Help me!”
Freddy narrowed his eyes, flashing his white teeth in a impish snarl and crouched lower advancing towards her. “No-one’s going to help ya, piglet! I’m going to eat you all up!”
She gave a shriek of laughter and backed away as he inched towards her. What way to go? Left? Right? Her brown eyes darted back and forth, then she decided to make her choice. She made a dash to the right, but the big bad wolf was faster. Anticipating her move.
Freddy laughed fiendishly and stooped lower to grab her waist, lifting her effortlessly off the ground with her outstretched in front of him, “Got’cha!”
His fell to his knees, drawing her close to him and growled lightly his lips snarling as he playfully tickled her sides. Pretending to claw and scratch at her waist. “Gonna eat ya! Gonna eat ya!”
“No!” she squeaked in between her fits of laughter, “Get away, you nasty wolf!”
He grinned malevolently at her and pushed her firmly onto the ground onto her back, “Not until I eat you, piggy! I’m very hungry!”
Another squeal of laughter erupted from her throat as he reached down with his mouth to impishly gnaw at her stomach, while his fingers still clawed light-heartedly at her waist. He made munching sounds with his mouth and glanced up at her face seeing tears trailing down her face, her mouth parted slightly.
Not tears of fright.
But of laughter.
He certainly knew how to cheer her up. It came naturally to him.
Withdrawing his mouth from her stomach, Freddy pulled her backwards as he laid on the grass and set her on his stomach. Each of her little legs draped around the sides of his waist. She was still giggling, trying to catch her breath.
He grinned puckishly and lifted her right hand, pulling the fingers towards his face as he rhymed, “This little piggy went to the market” then gnawed lightly at her thumb, “This little piggy stayed at home” gnawing the first finger, “This little piggy had roast beef…”
Katherine giggled softly as his mouth nibbled at the next finger.
“This little piggy had none” again the next finger was playfully ate. He gave her a smirk, both of them knowing what was coming next. Katherine held her breath as he finished the rhyme, “And this little piggy went…’wee, wee, wee’ all the way home!”
Quickly his hands shot forward underneath her arms she tried so desperately to keep to her chest. His fingers tickled fiendishly at her sensitive spot. Raucous laughter came from her as she pleaded, “Daddy! Stop! You win daddy!”
He eased the tickling and grinned triumphantly up at her, “Daddy always wins!”
Leaning forward she placed her hands on his chest, “That was fun!”
“Yeah, wasn’t it piglet?” he murmured and smiled broadly.
“Piglet?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in uncertainty. Was he still playing the game?
“You’re my little piglet, Katherine. My little piggy!” he declared. A dark undertone to his meaning. “No one else’s!”
Katherine bit her lip, pondering for a moment. “So, you’re like the big bad wolf?”
His eyes twinkled darkly with malice and then in a blink it was gone.
If only you knew sweetheart.
“I am in a way…but because you’re my little piglet, I protect you from the other bad wolves! I keep you safe!” he reached out to stroke her flushed face.
“You mean you’re a good wolf?” she questioned.
“Yeah, little piglet!” he smiled maliciously. But deep down inside, in the dark abyss of his soul he was a monstrous, blood-thirsty wolf. Not the ones you read in story tales!
There was no happy endings when it came to Freddy Krueger!
“Can we play another game?” she begged.
He was about to agree, but then felt a drop of water on his head. Then another. And another. Soon a steady torrent of rain pelted down from the sky above. Katherine pouted angrily and crossed her arms across her chest in a huff, “Aw! I hate the stupid rain!”
He laughed at the annoyance on her face and hurriedly gathered her in his arms, before gathering her crayons, colouring books and doll. “C’mon. You want to watch some TV with me?”
She nodded eagerly, enjoying the time he was spending with her. “Can I have something to eat? I’m getting hungry!”
He nodded and set her down in the kitchen, “Go and wait in the TV room. I’ll be in a few minutes with some sandwiches” he held out her belongings to her.
Taking them off of him she turned around and ran out of view.
Half an hour later they were both seated in front of the TV, with Katherine sitting crossed legged in front of the television with a small plate of half eaten ham sandwiches to her left and a large glass of orange juice. Freddy sat on the brown sofa behind her, glancing down to her every now and then. She played silently with her doll, trying her best to make plaits in the doll’s hair. But with no avail. But she wasn’t one for giving up!
Freddy took a drag of his cigarette and lifted up the black mote control, changing the station to another channel. He looked fleetingly at his watch. It was 1pm, the news was about to come on. This was just perfect. Who knew what they were going to say about him today? They were still probably going to broadcast the news of the last child gone missing four weeks before.
There wasn’t a fucking chance n hell of them fucks finding little Madison, he made sure her remains were burnt beyond recognition! However, he did keep a little memento to remind him of her. A small teddy bear that was now placed in his secret room. But every time he closed his eyes at night to go to sleep he would imagine her little body squirming beneath him as his fingers trailed ever so gently up her bare legs, underneath her yellow dress. His fingers would then tug her soft panties downwards while all the time his bladed claw would also be inching along her smooth legs. Slicing as they went along.
He remembered how she would try and resist as he thrust his two fingers into her tight pussy. Her cries of pain echoed in his mind as he savagely drove his fingers in and out of her core, the speed picking up with each plunge. HIs fingernails would scratch the insides of her tight walls and when it was all done his fingers were coated in her blood and juices.
He bit his bottom lip, smirking perversely at the memory and tried not to groan out loud. Oh, how he wished little Madison was with him now, so he could touch and fondle her all over again! If only he had fucked her inside of 'playing' with her. Just say he had used his glove too much on her legs and stomach, and she had bled to death before he could go that far. But there was always the next time he got his claws on the next little doll. A low menacing chuckle escaping his throat at this wicked thought. It would be soon. Very soon!
Katherine slowly turned her face towards him, perplexed at the weird grin on his face. “Why are you smiling daddy?”
He snapped out of his dirty thoughts and looked down at her and smiled. “Oh, I’m just in a good mood, princess”
“Oh, okay” she wiped her eyes sheepishly.
He noticed her weariness, snubbing out the cigarette on the ashtray beside him before reaching down to her and pulled her onto his stomach as he laid himself on the sofa. “You want to go to sleep with daddy?”
She snuggled against his chest and nodded.
He lightly trailed his right hand up her arm, stroking it tenderly and soon within a matter of minutes she had drifted asleep.
Freddy smiled against her hair, holding her close to him. Everything was going so well. But next week was going to be different, she was going back to school. He had to get her to lie to her teacher, to anyone that would ask her where he mother was. She always knew that lying was wrong, but he had to twist it so she would believe that it was it would keep their secrets safe if she did lie. Her mind was all over the place, confused and in disarray. Another ‘talk’ had to take place before he would bring her to school.
If she even breathed a word of what happened yesterday then he would be fucked! Everything that he had worked so hard to keep secret over the last four years would be destroyed! And she would be taken away from him. If that were to happen, he knew he would go insane!
He glanced at the TV again, seeing that they were still discussing him, the Springwood Slasher. His routine was now all fucked up too. Loretta was the one who would have picked up Katherine from school and leave her to school each day. Giving him the opportunity to on the hunt for his children before he started work.
Now, he had to re-work his daily routine. That was why he had to reschedule his working hours. Possibly reduce it to accommodate his ‘special work’ and looking after Katherine. There was also the possibility of getting Katherine into an after-school club, even if it was for a few days a week. He had heard Loretta mutter about it the other week, but had hardly paid any attention to her. Sometimes she did talk the greatest load of bullshit!
His eyes darted down at the figure of Katherine as she twisted her head to the right, his fingers clutching a fistful of his red and green sweater. He kissed the top of her head, hushing her softly.
Stifling a yawn he allowed his own eyes to close. He was worn out! The last day or so had taken a lot out of him. It was time for some sleep, time to dream.
A perverted grin crept across his face. It was time to dream of little Madison.
Another one of his little dolls
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