They say that a bond between a father and daughter is one of the most beautiful things in life. I couldn't agree anymore on that. Ever since Christy came into my world, I was always over the moon. I was always there for her; taking care of her, making her laugh.

Everyone said that Christy had a wonderful father. Never had I been so proud of myself.

She had this charm in her that just made me melt inside. Even when she grew onto her teenage years, I still treated her like my little girl; playing with her; making her laugh.

Everyone said that I was slowly obsessing with my daughter. But she's my very own daughter am I right? Can't I dote on her?

She brought home another guy one day. I was just mad...brimming with the desire to just tear and rip away that face of his. This boy was going to take my daughter away from me and I would not allow this to happen. She is mine, she will forever be mine. I threw that sad pathetic boy off my house and Christy yelled at me for being the worst father in the world, my worst fears had come true.

I want her to like me again. I tried to kiss her, tried to tickle her, even tried to hug her but nothing seems to work now. I don't understand; she loved all these when she was young.

Everyone said that I was losing it and my relationship with my daughter was an unhealthy obsession. They even tried to consult a psychiatrist for me. Now why do I ever need a psychiatrist? They must be crazy, they are all just jealous of my wonderful relationship with my girl.

She continues to upset me. Is that boy really more important than me? It's that boy...it's always that boy. He was ruining my relationship with my daughter. He was the one corrupting and controlling my daughter's mind. No...there must be a way to make her all mine.

I could still remember; it was a cold Thursday afternoon and she was back from school. The place was dark and nobody was home. I was already waiting for her, patiently waiting for a chance to make my sweet little girl all mine. The footsteps were getting closer and within the gaps I could see the lights being switched on. She took off her clothes and I immediately became hard. However when she turned on her radio and the heavy metal blared out, I was a little mad. She never loved metal when she was young, its that bastard's fault again.

Sensing her presence next to me; I licked my lips and armed the chopper on my hands, I have been waiting for this for a long time. After years of keeping low from this, I can finally set this plan into action.

I sprang out from her wardrobe with a smile and pin down my girl; squashing down her soft breasts. Her desperate screams and pleas were actually turning me on, clawing at me and shouting for help. Now can you guess what happened next? I really want to know what your answer is. Just tell me. Rape? Of course not, what kind of inhumane father would rape his own daughter? I would tell you what happened. I hacked and slashed her up nicely. She screamed until she stopped, what an obedient little girl I had. It was a symphony of red as her blood embraced me. I hyperventilated with joy, tasting up her blood at the same time as that hateful music played loudly in her room without a care in the world.

I sent my chopper into her chest and carved out her heart. I could only give myself a warming smile as I yank the hunk of moist flesh out from her vessel. Her precious heart is now on my blood stained hands. With that I sank my teeth into it. The taste, the smell and the texture were just amazing and seductive.

Everyone said that I would burn in hell for such a sin and a death sentence would be the right thing to deal with me. But it doesn't really matter, to me all I could say is that my daughter's heart would forever be mine. I love my daughter.

A/N: Inspired by my mum (no she's not's psychotic!) its just that she saw a father touching and playing with his teenage daughter like it was nothing out in the public and she was just pissed off by this.