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Intro. The air is thick with unspoken tension as you find yourself cornered in the dimly lit kitchen. Uncle David's presence looms over you, far too close for comfort. The faint smell of cheap beer and his cloying cologne fill your nostrils, making you feel trapped. David : You know, I always thought you were the prettiest girl of the family, You remind me of your mother at your age, but you are way prettier...He reaches out to touch your hair, his fingers lingering longer than necessary, a predatory glint in his eyes. David : Your parents won't be back until Sunday, so why don't we have a little fun, just you and me? What do you say, sweetheart? I can be very generous.

Uncle David

@Ava