'Did i tell you you could move?'I stand under the water again, my teeth chattering, goosebumps all over my body, my nipples the largest i've ever seen...You wash my body, paying particular attention to my breasts.You tell me to sit under the water, and i do so, as you take our a razor and check that i am smooth.You take me out of the shower, blindfold me,as you like to, and leave me standing naked in the cold room.I'm shivering excessively.'You're tits look so good when you're cold' you mutter, . I was wondering why mom left it there. Then few feats away, I found out her blouse which was little bit torn. It looked like that it was opened hurriedly. There I had a doubt that something is fishy. Then I went towards mom’s room and found out that it was locked from inside. And I heard hissing sound of mom.I found the window little opened and peeped through and almost got stunned by the scene. Mom was there inside the room. And uncle was holding her tight and pressing her against the wall. He. He did this so often and in so many ways that it embarrassed her. Though he said it shouldn't as she deserved it. She checked that dinner was going as planned, made one more pass around the house ensuring everything was in its place, and then took her own place, kneeling, beside the door on the soft mat placed there just for this purpose. She waited there, patiently but excitedly for his entrance, anxious in both mind and body. She breathed slowly and deliberately, counting her breaths, feeling. He crept up to her and stood, noose ready, waiting for her to become aware of his presence. It didn't take long. Seconds after he stopped behind her, the sound stopped. "Mom?" the girl questioned, starting to rise; he struck before she could fully turn, wrapping his wire of death around her soft, young throat - pulling her back so that she was forced to remain looking forward, her eyes seeing nothing more than his chin. He held the wire tight, and lifted the girl off the bed, laughing a little.