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ayame grasped the edge of the table for support as she shook fiercely gasping for breath, "oh please, please no!" the words slipped from her lips as her weak arms gave out, ayame fell to the floor. the man grabbed her neck and lifted her limp bodyto his face, "you did it to yourself ayame, don't act so god damn innocent!" he drew his wide hand across her face with a loud smack. ayame's lip was opened from the crack of his palm. "please, i swear that i had no idea..." ayame stammered as her blood dripped to the floor, the man threw her into the wall and howled with rage. "YOU"RE BLEEDING ON MY FLOOR! YOU USELESS SUN OF A b***h!" ayame shook with an overwhelming despair as she tried to wipe up the blood. the man grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her upwards with one hand, and crashed a beer bottle into her chest with the other, breaking three of her ribs.

ayame's howls weren't heard by her mother, hell they never were. He probably got that skank drunk again so he could continue to beat ayame sensless. ayame's pain was a weekly thing. and she was only ten years old when her father decided, "that piece of freeloading white trash needs to work for her shelter!" the words stung like a needle, and ayame always tried to be gratefull. she was typically a really happy and fun child, then her mother met him. her evil father; who beat her into oblivion, making her cold and insecure. she vowed revenged on the man, atleast when all her bones were healed.

the man kicked ayame hard in the stmach, causing her to cough up blood and snap her broken ribs even more. ayame passed out, in too much pain to stay conscious.

ayame drifted into a state of delirious dream, and her broken body floated through what seemed to be halls upon halls of stone cast doorways. "where am i?" ayame asked herself as she floated over to a doorway. her spine shot a shiver through her whole body, and she reached to push open the old wooden door. ayame entered what seemed to be a temple like room. and in the center was a barred-off shrine. an eerie yet familiar voice wrapped itself in ayame's ears, "come here child, and let me out. we will take care of him, he will never beat you again!" ayame's fear was dispelled at the thought of killing her abusive father, "who are you?" ayame asked, her voice quivering slightly,

"i am your darker half." responded the disembodied voice from the cast-iron prison. "and you are deep inside the halls of your mind. now tell me child, do you like the pain?" the voice asked ayame, provoking her fury.

"no, no i want him dead." she responded playing with the ends of her torn and bloody shirt.

"then let me kill him. let me out, just touch me and awake ayame!" the voice whispered so invitintgly,

"okay"........

ayame awoke at the feet of her father, miraculously healed for the most part. her father had a long, thin dagger in his clenched fist, and he bent down into ayame's face. "so? are you ready to DIE?" he thrust the knife towards her heart, and ayame's clawed hand caught it.

the neighboors decided to file a report for all the loud noises comming from the kishikana manor. "damn aristocrats. they think money gets them the right to make such a ruckuss? i'm gonna give them a piece of my mind!" a middle-aged man growled brandishing his fist. he walked to the stone front door of the manor and pushed the unlocked door open. "KISHIKANA!!!! I GOTTA BONE TEH PICK WITH YA"!" he yelled as his voice echoed through the marble manor. deciding he was within his rights to enter, the man stepped further inside to investigate. he had walked to the staircase when he felt a curious urge to walk up. he landed in the great study of the manor when he caught a sight that made him grab the door handle for support.

on the floor, lay the dead man kishikana in a pool of his own dark blood. A long silver knife was protruding from what appeared to be his heart and look of anguish and pure shock was frozen to his cold, dead face. there were bloody claw marks all over his torn up body, and on the wall was left a gruesome message in blood, and his heart pinned next to it. "now do you respect me daddy?"