John's P.O.V.
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~ 8 years ago ~
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"Sir, are you sure this is appropriate?" My butler asked.
"I pay you to do as I say, not for your opinion." I bit out.
"I'm aware sir, but... She is only ten years old." He replied calmly.
I turned my head to the man. He acts like he hasn't been with us this entire time. He's seen me do a lot to Nasha before. Is this really that different?
I looked back at my daughter.
Nasha is on the ground, clutching the shreds of her clothes to her body. She's silently crying, since she knows how hearing her pi.sses me off. Her back, arms, and legs are all bloody. All my friends are here laughing and making jokes while tossing back their liquor.
I laughed, and wobbled a bit.
