Saturday, August 6, 2011
Virtuous Flash Fiction: Chastity
Carson stood over the bloody body of his daughter Janna. The soiled sheets he found in her hamper nearly told it all. He knew the little tart had been having it on. What he didn't know was the little bastard's name. Janna knew her father demanded chastity and honesty from her. Yet, no matter how hard he beat her, she pleaded innocence. Now she lay dead. His 13-year old, Liza, giggled behind him. "You clueless sod! Those sheets are mine. Been at it with mum's tennis coach for weeks. Janna was the only virgin left in THIS house. Fouled that one up proper, eh??"