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Horror
Publisher: Don Canaan
ISBN-10: 1536962287
Type: Fiction
Pages: 54
Copyright: 2016
ISBN-13: 9781536962284
Price: $1.99 (eBook)
This prequel to Pretty Little Girl, a story of a father's 20-year sexual affair with his daughter, his abandonment by her and a search involving a female sleuth. Daddy's girl tells how his grandfather, who was in league with Satan, was the first pedophile and his subsequent court trial.
Studies have confirmed that molested children often become molesters themselves. "Daddy's Girl," a horror novella based on a true "ripped from the headlines" story, serves as a prequel to "Pretty Little Girl," a psychological thriller in which a female detective searches for a molested daughter who, in a concerted attempt to regain her identity, abandons her now-demented father.
"Daddy's Girl" offers a framework for the reader to understand incest and its disastrous effect on sexuality, intimacy and relationships. In the fictional case described above, we learn that the daughter's father in "Pretty Little Girl" inherited his sexual proclivity from his father, whose mother was impregnated in a demonic liaison.
The prequel tells of two previously-friendly deities; one worshiped, the other banished in a coup d'état. In an attempt to regain his throne, the defeated god creates a situation in which this future pedophile is created.
This may frighten the reader but it will also enlighten you as to what goes on behind closed doors in thousands of households; occurrences in this horrific R-rated story rarely talked about or acknowledged.
Laura, the pretty little girl, does not see herself as a victim or as a survivor, just as reimbursement for ransom that her father paid after she was kidnapped at age 13. But after 20 years Laura yearns for a life of her own.
Excerpt
Chapter 1
The massive steel door creaked open as I was led shackled with leg irons and handcuffs past a wall plastered with multiple copies of Tikvah’s advertisement. My new home was one of many homes in which I have lived during my 300 years.
The irony of that picturesque welcome hit home after I alone in my Death Row cell--alone with my memories in this temporary home, for in years past, even though my demonic being has endured punishment after punishment, I have continued to exist.
Unsuccessfully I have tried to recall what it was like when I was human. But I can't even remember what it felt like having human blood flowing through my body.
I can empathize with Tikvah’s call to “rest in peace.” In my mind, he was speaking directly to me; mocking me for the deal I had made during that fateful year of the plague in 1666. Some may call it damnation, but when the Prince of Darkness calls me home to sit at his right side, I’ll willingly accept the consequences that brought me here.
And what a deal it was—power, sex, riches beyond belief. All I had to do was serve My Master. On that fateful September day when I was 15, I entered a confessional booth for the last time and that's when I learned that I would never die.
You’re probably asking yourself 'Who is this monster?' So let me introduce myself--but I’m not a monster, just a demon doing what his boss has ordered him to do."
Throughout the ages, even I, a demon possessed by My Master, has had to adapt to the mores of contemporary society. So when I describe myself, it's not self deprecation. Monster is a word that you the reader have applied to me.
My name is Daniel and I'm a servant of God. Not the God that you may believe in, but the God that really created creatures that evolved into "the human race."
And that's where I come in. I'm My Master's agent--his supply clerk so to speak. I guess I should explain this more fully.
My Master had a falling out with a competitive deity, one whom he had considered a friend. That so-called friend overthrew My Master and His earthly realm and then exiled him beyond the Styx, My Master was hunted and harassed by the entity who became His arch rival.
With this defeat, my Lord and Master lost everything except His desire to recover what had been taken from Him. And to do that required a cadre of servants, acolytes to prepare the way for My Master's return to power.
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It was my 15th birthday and, while my family was neither rich nor poor, a prayer session had been planned to ask that they be spared them from the plague that was ravishing all of Europe.
My parents, my relatives and many other villagers planned to continue praying, but I was not destined to attend. For on that Sunday my adolescence abrupt ended.
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