Lost Creek Hollow [m] psalms 91:10

oh, beautiful, beautiful girl.
god led me to you, bambina, the father peels closer, looming, threatening wordlessly. i see you have new friends. have they been taking care of you, love?
he moves in to smell her, to taste her; to feel the supple warmth that radiates from her body, hear the thrum of her quivering heart. she smells of fear. he drinks from this.
and it’s then that he sees it; the swollen teats, the belly that could only mean one thing. his bliss is shortlived — it quickly turns to anger.
she has been defiled.
his face hardens to stone as he leans close to her tattered ear. who did this to you?