There was no one. Then I crawled up to my daughter’s room I took one brief look inside and fell from my crawling position to the ground from the sho...k of what lay before me. In the far corner sat my daughter scrunched up into a fetal position naked on the floor crying. Pieces of a ripped shirt and pajama pants littered the ground around her. Her mouth had a small trail of blood coming from the corner and swelling had already begun under her left eye. On the other side of the room sat her. Her fingers scooped into the bra as she fondled a nipple. Her hand pushed the bra down a bit and now I could see her brown areola between her fingers. There was not enough space to see a nipple but that was what she did; how she drew you in. It was as though her finger was asking me to get up closer...to lick it...wha??? To lick the screen? Did I say that? I backed off and took a breath. Was I being seduced or was this some hypnotist's trick? I took another deep breath. She seemed to sense that. The toy punching in me making me squeal as he slap me calling me a white wore ''you just a wore look at you, owned by daddy , i fucking own you now white faggot boy, you never gonna be a boy anymore, ill pay you lazer removal and buy you cute girl cloth, you will become my princess fuck doll''i was speechless, i moan the toy smack in me with each slap ''do you understand?''''yes yess i do daddy, i understand''he stop , i thank him , in my little princess voice wanting him to be gentle again ,. Just as it seemed like they couldn’t get to me, the sides of the tent were ripped open, allowing the cold wind to rush through. I was violently pulled from the tent by multiple hands and brought into the snowstorm. As I stood there scared to death, I looked around at the horde of people surrounding me. Their bloodstained clothes made them look like psychopathic killers and their teeth were sharper than razors as their lower jaws drooped. Unlike the images of violence I had seen on the TV, these.