The door to her bedroom creaked open, and she looked up from her book, her heart immediately beginning to race. She knew that look in his eyes, the sinister glint that sent shivers down her spine.
"Dad?" she asked, her voice laced with caution.
He didn't respond, instead taking a step closer to her bed. She slowly stood up, putting herself on guard. She knew what he was capable of, the things he had done to her in the past. But she wasn't that helpless little girl anymore. She was strong, controlling, and direct. And she wasn't going to let him hurt her again.
He reached out a hand, and she reacted without thinking. Her foot connected with his groin, and he doubled over in pain, falling to the floor. She stood over him, her heart pounding but her expression fierce.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.
He groaned, trying to sit up but failing. She didn't give him the chance, instead reaching down and pulling off his underwear, exposing his vulnerable urethra.
She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. She had a plan, a way to teach him a lesson he would never forget. She grabbed a tube from her nightstand and inserted it into his urethra, watching as he screamed in pain and terror.
She poured a handful of small worms into the tube, laughing as they wriggled their way into his body. He begged for mercy, but she was relentless, continuing to pour worms into his urethra until he was writhing in agony.
"Next time, keep your hands to yourself," she said, her voice cold and detached.
She exited the room, leaving him to wallow in his own misery. She felt a sense of satisfaction, of control. She had stood up for herself, and she had won. And she knew that he would think twice before trying to hurt her again.
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