Saturday, 11 October 2014

Enrique Chuidian

"Good night, darling," I whispered to my daughter as I tucker her into bed.

"Daddy," she whispered, "I think there's something under my bed."

"I'm sure it's nothing, princess," I replied, as I squatted down to check. Under the bed I saw my daughter's bloody body.


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