There once lived a man in a mansion, a man filled with hate, and greed, and all the other things that make up the nastiest of evil men. But this story is not about this man you see, this tale focuses on his lovely daughter. Though they were related, the father and his daughter were nothing alike. For as much hate that the man had inside, matched the amount the daughter had love. It was a love for all things big and small, and it was this love that drove the man to violence towards his daughter, because this was all he knew. This rotten, wreched man beat his daughter often, from the time her mother died when she was a child, up to now when she was grown.
His main problem was that he put all of his love into his wife, that when his daughter was born, he had none left to give, and to make matters worse was the death of his wife. He had never really loved his child, and he never really cared to hide it. She was nothing more than an item with which he could releave his anger upon. And so it was that her body was bruised, and her self esteem was crushed. Though he dispised his daughter, he kept her around, having her do all the chores while he reminded her of her worthlessness to humanity.
Needless to say, she grew tired, but she knew there was nothing she could do, and besides, despite her father's endless hatred, she still loved him as he was her father. One day her father had been drinking, well, for that matter, he was drunk. A normal occurrence, but one that his daughter dreaded. After demanding another drink from his servant, he called his daughter in the room. As the young servent passed the daughter, he gave her a smile, almost as reassurance that everything would be okay. The daughter flashed him back a smile and walked on.
As the servant was mixing his bosses drink, he could hear the shouts of anger coming from the other room. He could faintly hear the young woman's cries, as she was slapped repeatedly, and he just stood there, wishing that there was something that he could do to stop the abuse. Finally he realized that there was something he could do, but he wasn't so sure that he would be able to pull himself to do it. Then he heared a loud crash and recognized it to be the sound of shattering glass. He had already visualized in his mind what had happened, the father had pushed his daughter onto the coffee table, and it was then that he knew that he had to do what was right, he had to poison the drink.
He pulled out the cleaning spray which contained bleach, and then he pored in the strongest alcohol they had to cover the smell. Now, he knew that it would take more than one glass of this to kill the man, but he also knew how much the man usually drinks. He put his concoction on his tray, worked up a fake smile, and walked into where his master was seated. He turned the corner, and saw that the coffee table was, in fact, shattered, but the victum he had guessed was all wrong.
There on the floor lied the body of his boss, and standing over the bloody mess was his daughter, with her hands clintched to fists, and a crazy yet scared look in her eyes. She quickly glanced up at the servant, and saw that he was staring right back. She then looked back at the body, and her mood quickly shifted from rage to panic. She asked herself aloud what she had done, then she quickly kneeled down, next to her father's glass and blood covered corpse. The servant quickly hurried next to her, and felt for a pulse. He found that the man had no pulse, not even in the least bit.
He looked over to the woman, and she looked at him. The servant told her to calm down, and told her that everything would be alright, but she just muttered that she couldn;t go to jail, she didn't belong there. He grabbed her arms tightly, and he shook her vigorously as he shouted at her to calm down. She was frightened by this, it scared her so much that it brought back some of that rage, that killer instinct, and she snapped again as she stuck a long shard of glass into the servant's throat.
She stabbed him again and again as he choked on the blood pooring from his neck. He tried to yell, but to no prevail. It couldn't be desided wether he died by blood loss, or by suffication. The woman wasn't exactly sure on what had just happened. She was full of shock, and she needed to releave herself of this stress and confusion. That is when her nose picked up the sent of strong alcohol. She saw the drink that the servant had prepared on a nearby table. she drank the glass of cool liquid, and it seemed to work wonders on her nerves.
She went into the kitchen to wash her blood soaked hands, when she saw the whole bottle of the drink that had seemed to calm her down. So she drank a little more, then washed her hands. She started to clean up the area in which she committed the two murderes. She returned to the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies, and decided to help herself to another drink of the liquid. Now she started to feel sick. She thought that she would keep her vommitt down with another drink. This seemed to make her worse, but there was no time, she knew that the maid's shift started soon, and she had to do the best she could to cover up the murders.
But now the stumach pains were beoming unbearable. Before she could stop herself, she began to throw up what she had drank, and some extra. She could see blood, her throat began burning, and she became very weak. Her stomach acjd began eating through her neck, and through the bottom of her mouth. A little droped on her tear soaked leg and began burning it as well. She couldn't hang on for very long, and within a few minutes, she was dead.
The maid arrived and reported the bodies. The police did a background check on the father and daughter, and they discovered that the woman's mother, the father's wife, was sentenced to death ten years before. She had killed six men for unknown reasons, then she hung herself three days before she got the chair. So it turns out the the kind, loving little daughter had unknowingly followed in the footsteps of her murderous mother. So it just goes to show that the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree.