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"Do you have any idea how long you left that mess on the floor?" No, she didn't but Mercy-Anne certainly remembered the smell, "I had to get rid of the carpet because you neglected your chores. It's your job to clean up after them" Why? They weren't even her pets to clean up after, those dead girls were a mess of his own making. "I'm sorry, father." Charlie had his own eighteen year old daughter, clean up the blood of his victims as one of her monthly chores. Such a man was winning father of the year for little girls of monster men. Ever since she was a child he'd made sure she'd known the nature of violence, and the nature of his own. Growing up with such a man had left her wondering if she was born with the same sickness as he or if he had nurtured those behaviours for his own ends.