Sal looked down at Star as she lay on the floor of his apartement. The six year old little girl had lost the sparks in her eyes, sparks that flared so defiantly before the first time Sal raped her. Raped her until her innocence ran in red streaks down her skinny legs. He walked a couple steps closer to her and sang, "I'm gonna be with my Star tonight, she gonna' bring me some delight". It was a rhyme he sang often before he took her, before he bled her out until her childhood was completely gray and withered. Atleast that's what it seemed. In stead of the usual awkward grap he raised a hand and punched her skull. It made a sickening thwak onto the wooden flood, blood splattered out a random pattern Sal found quite beautiful
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