Please, just stop

"Said your prayers?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good." He smiled at me, a smile he'd never smiled before. It was a smile that grown ups should smile at other grown ups. Not at their 5 year old daughters. He slithered out the door and I pulled up the blankets to my chin and squeezed my eyes shut tight. I soon fell asleep and dreamed about ice cream land. My own made up world! I only dream about it though. "Baby girl, wake up." I was being shook awake. I mumbled a sleepy "Hm?.." and started to fall back asleep. "Daddy forgot to give you a good night kiss." I sat up and rubbed my fragile eyes. Puckering my lips, I waited for him, so I could go back to bed.

His lips pressed to mine and they stayed there longer than usual. I noticed something wasn't right when his tongue was sliding down my throat. My daddy never kissed me like this. He always pecked my lips quickly and left. But not tonight, tonight he was exploring my tiny mouth with his tongue. Getting every inch of it in there. Who knew tongues were so long, I actually gagged. I found his hand slipping into my Dora The Explorer underwear and him touching and rubbing my no-no parts. I was repulsed. He stopped and looked at me. "I'm only tickling you, I promise." No-one ever tickles me like this. And I didn't like it, not one bit. "Daddy, n-no.." I shook my head and backed away from him a little bit. "Don't be a bad girl and disobey your father, God will punish you." I didn't want to be punished, I was a good girl. "I'm sorry." I said and looked down.

He placed his hand under my chin and lifted my head up. "It's okay." Then he started kissing me again, and this time, I kissed back. My tiny tongue trying to keep up with the pace of his over sized one. He wasted no time to put his hands back in my underwear and start "tickling" me again. But I didn't back away and say no. This time, I sat there and took it, because I was a good girl. After five minutes of this, he pulled away and pulled his hands out of my panties. "See how easy," he smiled. "That's what daddy's and daughters do, it's called "special time." I didn't say a word. He stood up and started to walk out the door, but he stopped and through casually over his shoulder. "And if you tell your mom, she will kick you out, she'll blame you for everything and say that you're a liar, then you'll be on the streets, and God will be angry with you because you disappointed Him." He left after that, shutting my door with a soft click. I was suprised to feel the wetness on my face. "I'm a good girl.." I repeated over and over again to myself while I washed away the dirt in the tub. No matter how hard I scrubbed, I still felt dirty.....

I sat up in bed, beads of cold sweat plastered on my forehead and rubbed my eyes. I've been having this nightmare ever since it happened 7 years ago. I had woken up 5 minutes earlier than my alarm clock so I just decided to take a shower. But showers don't always work. Showers are supposed make you feel clean. But instead, it just makes me feel even dirtier, especially when my dad takes it upon himself to join. I peeled off my pajama shirt and just stood there in my bra and panties, staring at myself in the mirror. Ugly slut, is what I call myself. It's my fault that my daddy wants me instead of mommy. My fault. After awhile of staring at that hideous completion, I started the shower. It wasn't long before the hot water was hitting my body and I was hearing another person enter the shower. "Daddy no, please, not today, I have a test to take, I don't wanna feel like crap." I pleaded.

"And daddy has a meeting, and he wants to feel good Princess." I sighed and shut my eyes. He pressed me against the cool wall of the shower and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing down my neck and fondling with my breasts.

Okay, so I stop here, tell me if this should be a scene that is explained, like every detail of what happens.