It was clear in my mind, but when I try to say it..." she trailed off.Brock nodded violently. "I get it," he said. "Picture this: what if we somehow g...t to the machine and changed the reality that the cop guy, the one that kidnapped you, was ever born? And let's say we signed that computer code: 'This erasure of existence brought to you by Brock!' OK?"I nodded cautiously."Now, in this new reality, at the exact same time you were kidnapped, we'd be just sitting around with you ... er ... not. Als Kind lebte Emilia zusammen mit ihrem Vater hoch oben auf einem Berg in einer gemütlichen, kleinen Hütte. Ihre Mutter starb als sie gerade einmal das Laufen gelernt hatte und so störte sie sich nicht wirklich daran, dass nur sie und ihr Vater zusammen dort lebten- sie konnte sich ja nicht mal mehr an ihre Mutter erinnern. Nur die wenigen Fotos die Papa von ihr hatte erinnerten sie daran, dass sie überhaupt eine Mutter hatte. Nach dem Tod ihrer Mutter musste ihr Vater natürlich umso härter. Wo boli ab tum bade ho gaye ho beta….mai kuch nahi bola or has diya……bhir mai chala gaya….ab jab mai dophar mai aya to aunt ne khan diya or apne room mai chali gai us samai ham dono ke alawa koi nahi tha ….mai khana kha kar utha aunt ne bolo kuch aur chaye to maine bolo nahi bhir aunt ne bola raj mere kamar mai bahoot dard ho raha kya tum us per thora oil malish kar doge …maine kha its ok aunt mai kar dunga ,,,,unhone apni sari thori thili kar li ar pith meri taraf kar let gayi,,,mai oil se. My legs were shaking a little, and something was building up, I thought I might pee. His hand went under my nightie and touched my left nipple, it was very sensitive and I yelped a little when he pinched it.“Daddy, something is happening!” I yelled, and tried to pull away. He held my thigh with his other hand and I couldn’t move even though I tried with all my might. He held onto my nipple and continued to flick me with his tongue. And then I screamed out as my legs shook hard. I started.