Its not that she hated her father for what he did to her, God knows he was only trying to help; but she did hate the fact that he could not look at her after the transformation.
She still remembers that horrible night in the boat, when he took her from the isolated hospital and brought her here.
Forced to live like an animal, she spent the rest of her life caged, fed like a dog, and worst of all, unloved.
And of course, there was the addiction. Every four days she needed an injection or the pain would return.
This is the latest installment into my weekly series Night Terrors. (The rest of the story is here: The story so far) It is also my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. click on the froggy for more stories