Chapter 1

Inside a quaint two-story house at the end of the cul-de-sac, a father named Victor sat at the kitchen table, his eyes glued to the clock on the wall. The ticking echoed through the silent house, each second feeling like an eternity. Victor’s gaze drifted to the fridge, where a photo of him and his fourteen year old daughter, Kim, grinned back at him. A pang of guilt stabbed at him, but he quickly pushed it aside, telling himself it was for the best. She had left them, after all. Upstairs, Kim lay innocent in her bed, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in the house. Her stuffed animals, arranged neatly around her.

The digital clock by her bedside flickered, displaying the time: 11:57 PM. Her father had tucked her in hours ago, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead and promising sweet dreams. What he hadn’t told her was that he had crushed a sleeping pill into her warm milk. Victor had read about it online, how some parents gave their children melatonin to help them sleep. This was just a stronger version, right? He convinced himself it was the same thing, that it wasn’t really that bad. The guilt was a persistent whisper, but he shushed it with thoughts of his own needs, his own desires that had been neglected for far too long.

He waited for the medicine to take its effect. Finally, he couldn’t bear the wait any longer. He tiptoed up the stairs, each step a silent promise of what was to come. The door to Kim’s room was ajar, a sliver of moonlight cutting across the floor. He pushed it open gently. She lay there, peaceful and untouched, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. The sight of her sent a shiver down his spine.

He whispered to himself, “It’s not rape if I don’t ... if I don’t go all the way.”

It was a twisted mantra, a line drawn in the sand of his depraved thoughts. He knew it was wrong, but the ache inside him was too strong, too consuming. It wasn’t as if he didn’t love her, he did, but love had morphed into something dark and unrecognizable. Victor approached Kim’s bed, his heart racing with anticipation. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his pajama bottoms, demanding relief. The room smelled faintly of lavender from the candle she had insisted on lighting before bedtime. It was a scent that usually comforted him, but tonight, it only served to heighten his arousal.

With trembling hands, he reached out and lightly touched her cheek. Her skin was cool and smooth, confirming that the sleeping pill had done its job. He slid his hand down to her chest, his breath hitching at the feel of her soft, budding breasts. His thoughts raced to what lay beneath her pink pajamas, his imagination conjuring images of her untouched innocence.

The room was a cocoon of darkness, only the soft glow of the nightlight guiding his way. He eased himself onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly. Her breathing remained steady, a testament to the potency of the drug. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against her neck, inhaling her sweet, youthful scent. The fabric of her pajamas was silky against his skin, and he could feel his erection pressing against the fabric. It strained against his boxers, eager to claim what it had been denied for so long. He told himself it was just a moment of weakness, that he wouldn’t take it too far.

With bated breath, Victor slid his hand beneath the hem of Kim’s pajama bottoms. The fabric was warm from her body heat, and he felt a jolt of excitement as his fingers grazed her soft skin. He gently tugged, sliding the material down her legs, taking care not to disturb her. Her legs, still those of a child, lay bare in the moonlight, and he couldn’t help but admire the beauty of her innocence.

Her white panties clung to her, the dampness already seeping through. He swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on the hint of pink between her legs. His hand slid up her thigh, his thumb circling the fabric of her panties, feeling the heat emanating from her core. His cock throbbed painfully, demanding more.

With a quiet gasp, Victor slipped his cock inside her panties, using them to press his erection against her hairy mound. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her warmth, her softness, and the thought of what lay just beneath made him quiver with need.