1 Prologue

"So I called this therapist and she said girl, you can't be fixed."

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Shivering was her body, her nails were becoming discolored, isolated in a place unknown.

Clutching her knees against her upper body, she kept trying to keep her body warm with everything she could. "P-please someone h-help m-m-e." She struggled to utter. "Princess." A sharp pain struck her upper body at the sound of man. "Uncle Denzil?"

"Yes, sweet pea, my little princess." The echo of his footsteps becoming heavier and heavier. "W-where am I uncle? What is all of this?"

Not being able to see anything, she felt a rough palm connect with her small cheek. She moved her cheek slightly, surprised by his actions. "Uncle.." She trailed off. "Uncle, w-ehat are doing?" She felt the rough hand massage her delicate shoulders, trailing wet kisses across her shoulders and chest.

Feeling uneasy, with all the energy she had remaining she moved just perfectly away from him for there too be proper distance. She could hear the groan right beside her and tried moving more to the side.

"What are doing Santana?" The volume of his tone made little Serine jump.  "You are making me angry and it's not a pretty image when I get angry."

A movement caused her to panic, she could feel there were no movements next to her so she knew he was no longer there.

"I've been so nice to you, you know. All of these years, of being your daddy's little best friend. I watched you grow up all these years, such a beautiful young you, and a much more beautiful now. I can't imagine how you'll be when you turn 18." He smirked, gulping down some whiskey.

"But I have been for to patient, all these years of waiting, and my patience has honestly ran out. I couldn't wait anymore." Serine waited for his next words which never came out.

"Wait for what?" She looked up, only to see a small light to where a man was drowning down some whiskey. "To kiss you, caress you, make you my slave, make you mine. Then," he thought looking up with a look of mischief and said, "Oh, and demonstrate it." She heard his movements once again and that's where she began to panic.

A man, who was there as her loving uncle for all these years was a degenerate. A man, who pretended to be so sincere and honest, betrayed her father.

Her angelic voice echoed and began to beg, "Please don't."

"Don't worry sweetie, I'll be gentle and I'll treat you well." Denzil promised.

"N-no but daddy always that I shouldn't do things that I didn't give permission of to someone else."

"Don't worry little Serine."

"I want my daddy, where's my dad?" She struggled to get up. "You're not going anywhere." He dragged her arm harshly against the bed headboard. "I've had enough of you. You spoilt brat!"

"What did I do to deserve all of this? What have I done?"

"You know what you did Serine Santana? Hmm?" Denzil asked ripping her top. Chuckling before saying, "You were born."

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