The Daddy Dearest Tapes

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|-|Tape 1=
October 12th, 9:40 AM
My Name is Gregory Warhol.
I am thirty-five years old. I tend to shave the crust off of my sandwiches, and prefer them to be cut symmetrically and positioned diagonally. I have a personal affinity for coconut water, and my favorite color is neon purple. There is a rusty, red wagon sitting outside of my front door that serves as a good luck charm.
I am recording audio logs for a few reasons. For one, they will serve as documentation for my actions. If what I do is ever to come to light, I want the outside world to know what I did, in full detail, as well as why I did it. My home is a modestly sized log cabin located within the woods. Off the beaten path, one could say. Upon discovery, I will set this place as well as the surrounding area on fire. Needless to say, my tapes will be located somewhere safe should this occur. Furthermore, I am in possession of several firearms and will exhaust every ounce of ammunition I have to protect what is mine.
I want the public to know of my actions because I am not ashamed of them. I am a simple man who only wants a family to call his own. It is not only what I want, but what the Lord wants. It was unfortunate that my seed had not proven desirable to the women I had interacted with. However, like a good servant, I understood that God tests us. God presents challenges to those who claim to worship him, and this was one such test. I knew he wanted me to become a father in spite of my struggles. It was only natural after all.
I suppose this brings me to my second reason for recording these logs. I wish to record my deeds to prove I am not embarrassed by my devotion to the Lord. As I speak my mind and inevitably listen to my own words on repeat, I will smile in utter satisfaction at what I have done.
I was at first unsure of how I would go about starting my family. As I said before, my previous ventures into courting and impregnating a young woman had been unsuccessful. By God's grace, however, I was granted an answer to this question. As the Lord is my shepherd, he guided me to a revelation as I slept. On that fateful night, the Lord spoke to me in a booming, commanding voice. Although I stood in an open grassy meadow and clear, blue skies were positioned above me, I could not see the Lord. Yet, I could sense his presence, and I understood him to be there.
"Gregory...", spoke the voice of the Lord. The noise had come from behind me.
Slowly I turned around. Although open fields had previously been all that surrounded me, I was then presented with a cavity that descended into the Earth below. Pink, throbbing flesh lined the sides of the cavern, and though the depth it reached was unclear to me, I knew it to be tremendously deep. It took me only a few moments to recognize that the crevice in the ground took the form of a female c*nt.
I stepped forward and peered into the abyss below. From beneath my feet, a deep voice reverberated along the walls of the tunnel. From the opening emerged the words of the Lord.
"You are a loyal servant, Gregory. I bear witness to the contents of your heart. I bear witness to the intentions within you. They are good intentions. They are just intentions. Step forward, my child, and descend..."
I did as the Lord commanded. Within moments I stood at the very edge of the cliff. I immediately noticed a temperature shift. A warm draft of air enveloped my body. The heat that originated from the opening before me felt welcoming, as if it were beckoning me, encouraging me to submit to it and propel my body into the depths below. Without hesitation, I did just that. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to fall into the warm darkness underneath.
I had no concept of how long I had been falling, but eventually, I felt myself land on a moist surface below. It pulsated as if beneath the ground existed a heart.
It wasn't long before I realized that wherever I was, the space I was in was growing tighter. The walls had begun to shrink in on me, slowly but surely, and I was soon completely unable to move. My fingers sunk into the slimy muscle tissue that confined my body, and I squirmed and wriggled in discomfort. It was much to my glee then, when I once again heard the voice of God speak to me.
"Relax your body, Gregory. Let yourself be entrapped within the warmth and comfort of her cavern. Take it in. Absorb it. Embrace it with every fiber of your being. Bask in the beauty of what I have created, and what I will bestow upon you."
With that, I relaxed and allowed my body to go limp. I trusted the lord. I knew that he only had my best interests in mind. Eventually, I became soothed by the grip of the flesh surrounding me. Although firm, the comfort it provided could be aptly compared to the soft and pleasurable surface of a breast that an infant clings to. The feeling was almost orgasmic. I felt myself melting away, my mind emptying and becoming nothing more than an uninhabited space.
It was heaven... a heaven I was suddenly and violently ripped away from.
It was with great displeasure that I felt that comfort dissolve as quickly as it had arrived. Those few fleeting moments of ecstasy had passed, and I found myself back in the meadow. My body tensed up as the warmth I experienced was replaced by the far cooler temperature provided by the wind that flowed through the tall grass around me. I was disappointed, but of one thing I was certain.
Although I had always wanted to impregnate a female and become a father, it was only once I had felt the touch of the warm, smooth surface of what lies between a woman's legs that I truly understood how desperately I desired my dream.
"Please Lord, tell me... Tell me how to achieve that sensation again. Tell me how I can start a family... become a father... and fulfill my duty to you. Take my hand and guide me," I pleaded. My heart was racing, and I dropped to my knees and looked towards the sky, clapping my palms together in prayer.
"I have seen the trials and tribulations you have endured. Your struggle to create a family. The many nights you have spent alone, weeping by your bedside," said the Lord.
"Lord... I have and will continue to try to do as you wish. But these.... whores... they will not recognize their duty to you. I try to guide them toward the correct path yet they simply will not listen. They are misguided and I pray you will forgive their ignorance. I just cannot reach them," I responded.
There was silence for a moment. Yet, to me, this moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity. I patiently awaited the Lord's response, hoping he had not grown angry at me due to my failure. I wanted to speak again, but I figured it would be best to allow the Lord to break the silence. Soon, he did.
"There is more than one way to skin a cat, Gregory. In today's troubled society, not all females on Earth share your righteous moral compass. They turn away from me. Away from my word. Away from my love. Perhaps, for one woman you wish to become your bride, you can change that."
I lifted my head up and stared into the sky. Had the Lord proposed a solution to my conundrum? I struggled to keep my face still, for it would have been oh so easy to allow my lips to transform into a grin.
"Tell me, Lord. Command me and I will be your faithful servant. What must I do," I asked, my eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"Once you find a woman who you deem worthy to be your wife, you must take her for yourself. Remember, Gregory, this is a matter of not just you fulfilling your duty as a man and my servant, but saving her. It is a matter of her salvation. She may fight and claw and strike you, but you must remain resolute. You are a man, and you must impose your will upon her."
"I will do as you say Lor-," I was quickly cut off. The Lord had not been finished speaking. I hung my head low in shame, softly murmuring an apology as the Lord continued.
"Once you have claimed her as your own, you must separate her soul from her sinful flesh, for although the body may be vile, the soul can be cleansed. Gregory, it is the ultimate form of mercy. You must take her life to grant her spirit freedom, and in return, her body shall remain, for you to treat as your wife. Her flesh will belong to you, for as man gave his rib so woman could be formed, it is right that woman's form is given back to man when the time is right."
For a moment, I grew confused. If I am to slay my mate, then how am I to gift her my offspring and raise my children? I brushed this thought aside, as I was not foolish enough to doubt God. Instead, I confided in him this worry, hoping to be presented with an answer. And behold, presented with an answer I was.
"Her body will not birth your children. Rather, you must select your children yourself, much in the same way you will select your bride. Take their corrupted selves and purify them. Introduce them to your family. Mold them in your image, as I molded man in mine."
I wanted to ask so much more, but before my eyes, the world around me evaporated, and I soon found myself awake in bed. As I shifted and laid on my side, I smiled, knowing how I would fulfill my purpose. It was all clear to me. With the Lord's guidance, I would bring his vision to fruition. My constant laboring would finally come to a satisfying conclusion.
You now understand why I have done what I have done. You know that my intentions are pure, and that my mission is purely a holy one. I will end this log here, and you will see me in the next one. Soon, you will come to understand how I acquired the beauty that is my wife.
End of Tape #1
|-|Tape 2=
October 13th, 10:25 AM
My name is Gregory Warsol. 
I am approximately six feet tall and fair-skinned. I have short black hair and a thick beard that I occasionally trim to keep clean. In the morning I brew up a cup of coffee and sit on my front patio in a rocking chair my grand-daddy crafted from oak wood.
In my last log, I promised I would detail how I met my beautiful wife. I've been thinking for a while about how I would tell my story. However, I've decided to start nice and simple, and describe the first time I laid eyes upon her. I had driven my pickup truck to a gas station located a few miles away from my home. I planned to head into the convenience store and pick up a six-pack, but something else caught my eye instead.
The first thing I noticed was her long, orange hair. Its flair immediately drew my attention in her direction. She had red freckles scattered across her face which, similar to her hair, made her stand out amongst the small yet present crowd. Her eyes were a warm pool of brown, like a cup of espresso one might pour on a chilly winter day. As for her lips, they took on a scarlet tint, the coloring amplified by her lipstick. It would be an understatement to claim that she radiated beauty.
She was an enticing prospect, but before I could claim her as my own, though, I had to ensure that she was suitable wife material. I candidly studied her chest and was happy to find that her breasts were sufficiently ample. Her hips were wide and her thighs were meaty and, had her flesh been appointed with the task of bearing a child, she would have done so brilliantly. Her rear poked out nicely, in her black, button-up jeans. It was clear that her intent was to serve as eye candy, and she did that quite well. Her slutty apparel that highlighted her curves and vulgar parts was an issue I could look past. It would be easily fixable with me as her husband.
I exited the store before she did. I got into my truck and waited for her to leave the building. She entered her dinky little Honda and pulled out of the parking lot. I waited about fifteen seconds before I did the same, and proceeded to trail her vehicle with my own. I never allowed my vehicle to follow too close to hers, nor did I allow her car to get too far ahead of me. Although I didn't catch her name, it wasn't particularly relevant. The title of "My Wife" would suffice. Then, a crooked smile came upon my face.
She would be the first member of my new family. She would be my spouse and the mother of my children. She would be "Mommy Dearest".
I would soon discover that the words of the Lord in my dream were true. The woman would fight and claw as I pulled into her driveway and forced myself upon her. It was only upon me gripping her hair and slamming her head into the door of my truck several times that her body went limp and she quit fighting me. It was clear to me that she had given in to her temptations so much that she couldn't bear to be turned to the path of righteousness. The responsibility rested upon my shoulders to aid the lord in delivering her from evil and wickedness.
I dragged her into my home and stuffed her unconscious body into a compact dog crate. She laid there for several hours, and during that time a purple and black bruise formed on her forehead. When she awoke she launched upright only to smash her head into the bars above her. She quickly collapsed once more and howled in pain. It took her a few moments, but I suppose she finally realized she was in a cage located in an unfamiliar place, and that's when the shrieking started.
I would have been wise to have gagged her prior to her outburst, but for some reason, I never happened upon that thought. Instead, I retrieved my revolver from my bedroom drawer and pressed it against her skull. That shut the bitch up real quick. It still pained me to see her weeping, the tears muddied her makeup. It made her appear ugly and pathetic, very unbecoming of the woman who would be my bride.
I swung open the dog crate and gripped her by her throat. I pulled her out and slammed her to the ground. She cried and screamed and struggled as I once more brought my gun upon her head. She pleaded with me to let her go, but I made sure that she could see my eyes. As she looked into them, she understood then and there that she wouldn't be leaving any time soon. Still, she had to learn that she was now mine. I had to teach her that she was my belonging, and forever would be.
I slowly ran the barrel of the gun along her cheek. By that point, she had screamed so much that she could hardly make a sound. I poked and prodded at her lips with the gun until she finally gave in and allowed it entry into her mouth. I traced the weapon around her tongue, all the while I made sure to stare directly into her eyes. She was my possession. My prize. Mine. All mine.
Eventually, I slid the gun further into her throat. She began to gag as I violated her mouth. I cocked back the hammer of the revolver and delicately toyed with the trigger using my finger. Her eyes widened and snot began to leak from her nostrils as she witnessed me do this. Tears once more erupted from her eyes and drenched her face further. I leaned forward and positioned my lips next to her ear, whispering to her.
I told her, "If you vomit, I won't hesitate to blow your fucking brains out," before smiling at her and continuing to orally penetrate her.
Every two minutes or so, I would take the gun out so she could breathe, only to forcefully ram it into her again. By my estimation, I pulled the gun out of her mouth for the final time after ten minutes and fifty-seven seconds in total. She had stopped crying by that point. She hardly even moved. Her body appeared to be completely drained of energy. I hoped her spirit had given in as well, but only time and the Lord would reveal that.
I'm not exactly sure why, but I began to laugh hysterically. If I had to guess, I did it as a result of finally having command over a woman. It was something I had always wanted to do. To control one of them. To make them fear and respect me. I was overjoyed to have finally done it.
I would continue to keep her locked up in that cage for quite some time. Although, I did record some audiotapes back then, of conversations between myself and my loving wife. I think I'll include those as well. Not in this log, though. I'll include them separately for the sake of keeping this experience organic. Yes, that sounds right.
Okay, I think we'll end off here.
End of Tape #2
|-|Tape 3=
October 14th, 2:30 PM
My name is Greygory Warsol. 
My mother died of Leukemia when I was a young boy. There are six pairs of red and white, checkered patterned shirts folded neatly in my dresser. When I wear them, they are often accompanied by blue jeans. I always keep a pack of cigarettes tucked in my back left pants pocket.
I was originally just going to add my audio recordings talking to my wife to this collection separately, but I figured I'd give my narration as well. That way, things will have more context.
These tapes served the purpose of training my wife. As you may recall, the Lord told me that her soul could be cleansed. It was my intent to purify her by drawing her away from the filthy promiscuity prevalent in today's culture. A culture that so many women engage in. I would teach her to be a good wife. A good woman. My good woman.
I trained her much in the same way an owner trains a dog. When she did poorly, I would discipline her. Often this involved me striking her with my hand. Other times I would smother her mouth and nose with a damp washcloth before wringing it up and slashing at her face with it. When she did well, I would reward her with a lengthy kiss. With one hand I would cup her cheek, and I would run my fingers through her hair with the other. Then, I'd grip the back of her scalp and press her forehead against mine, while I gently nibble on her cute button nose.
It would take me hours to relay the contents of all of the training tapes to you, so I've only selected a few. It should give you a decent understanding of how I purified her.
Training Tape A
Adult Male Voice: Do you know why you're here?
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Can you tell me why you're here?
(Muffled weeping. A striking sound can be heard, followed by a suppressed, pained groan.)
Adult Male Voice: Why are you here with me right now? Can you tell me?
Adult Female Voice: Because I'm a godless whore...
Adult Male Voice: Good girl... Good girl... Can you tell me what your name is?
Adult Female Voice: ...... I don't.... I don't (Sniffles) I don't have one.
Adult Male Voice: And who are you? What is your identity here?
Adult Female Voice: I'm your wife... I'm you-... I'm your wife.
Adult Male Voice: Good girl. And who are you to our family?
Adult Female Voice: I don't... I don't want to-
Adult Male Voice: Tell me who you are or I'm going to hurt you badly.
Adult Female Voice: I'm Mommy Dearest... I'm Mommy Dear- (audible crying) please don't hurt me I'm sorry...
Adult Male Voice: I'm not going to hurt you, darling. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just keep being good (pause) and I won't hit you. What (pause) what is your purpose here. What is your duty to me and your children?
Adult Female Voice: My duty... My duty is to be your good girl and raise our (sniffle) our children...
Adult Male Voice: Your duty is to be my good girl and raise our children?
Adult Female Voice: Yes it is.
Adult Male Voice: So if I want to see your breasts what are you going to do?
Adult Female Voice: I'll show you them...
Adult Male Voice: And if I want to lovingly caress them, what are you going to do?
Adult Female Voice: I'll... let you... (audible crying) why are... why are you doing this to me...
Adult Male Voice: Because you're a whore who's mind has been molested by Satan and you need to be set straight. Do you understand?
Adult Female Voice: Yes sir...
Adult Male Voice: If I want to fuck you what are you going to do?
Adult Female Voice: (Incoherent Murmurs.)
Adult Male Voice: You can answer or I can kill you. Do you want to die?
Adult Female Voice: No...
Adult Male Voice: (Voice raises) Do you want to fucking die?!
Adult Female Voice: (Crying intensifies) No I don't want to die.
Adult Male Voice: Then what are you going to fucking do?
Adult Female Voice: I'm... I'm going to... I'm going to let you...
Adult Male Voice: Good girl. You are mine and your days of sleeping around are fucking over. Do you understand bitch?
Adult Female Voice: Yes sir...
Adult Male Voice: Where does my seed belong?
Adult Female Voice: I-Inside me... Sir...
Adult Male: Good girl. Good girl... You are learning.
End of Training Tape A
As you can see, positive reinforcement is an effective strategy when handling the female mind. Although initially resistant to my questions, she eventually submitted to me. It is proof of growth and progress. Her path of rehabilitation would be rough, but through her redemption, she would be saved.
The next training tape further exemplifies her progress. Her transformation from a damned soul to a woman of God was only possible through the hand of the Lord, as he guided me and gave me insight into how to turn her to the light. Just as the Lord keeps us loyal servants in check through threats of punishment should we give in to temptation and sin, I too was able to keep her in check in a similar manner.
Training Tape B
Adult Male Voice: Do you see the camera?
Adult Female Voice: Yes sir.
Adult Male Voice: What does that mean?
Adult Female Voice: It means I am being recorded and tested sir.
Adult Male Voice: What do you believe the purpose of these recordings is?
Adult Female Voice: To show my progress in becoming a woman of God.
Adult Male Voice: And what does it mean to be a woman of God?
Adult Female Voice: It means I do my best to give my husband what he wishes.
Adult Male Voice: What do you think should happen to you if you don't give your husband what he wishes?
Adult Female Voice: It means I should be stripped and beaten sir.
Adult Male Voice: And what else?
Adult female voice: And whipped and raped and branded sir.
Adult Male voice: How many times have I done that to you?
Adult female voice: Seven times, sir.
Adult Male voice: And who's fault is that?
Adult Female Voice: Mine sir.
Adult Male Voice: And why was it your fault?
Adult Female Voice: Because I was acting like a Godless whore and I needed punishment, sir.
Adult Male Voice: Does my punishment compare to the one God will cast upon you on judgement day?
Adult Female Voice: No sir.
Adult Male Voice: That's a good girl. I'm going to forcefully undress and fuck you after this recording is over. What do you think of that?
Adult Female Voice: I feel thankful, sir. You are a wonderful husband.
End of Training Tape B
It is clear that Mommy Dearest was far more receptive in Tape B. She showed no hesitation in her voice. She satisfactorily answered all of my questions, as a good wife should. Her cleansing process was going smoothly. Finally, I'm going to share Tape C with you. There, I confront my bride with the truth of what will happen to her following her purification.
Training Tape C
Adult Male Voice: Mommy Dearest...
Adult Female Voice: Yes sir.
Adult Male Voice: Do you think I'm going to turn you loose once I've made you a woman of God?
Adult Female Voice: No Sir.
Adult Male Voice: What do you think I'll do with you once you are fully converted?
Adult Female Voice: Keep me as your bride, Sir.
Adult Male Voice: Will you be happy that way?
Adult Female Voice: Yes sir.
Adult Male Voice: What if I told you I was going to kill you once you are a woman of God?
Adult Female Voice: I would let you, Sir.
Adult Male Voice: And why is that sweetheart?
Adult Female Voice: Because it is my duty as a wife, Sir.
Adult Male Voice: Would you be happy to meet the embrace of the Lord and Jesus when you die?
Adult Female Voice: Yes Sir.
Adult Male Voice: Why?
Adult Female Voice: Because I love them, Sir.
End of Tape C
You might notice that her responses are far shorter. She used the minimum amount of words necessary to respond to me. This was good, as it signified obedience and submission.
She wasn't being disingenuous with her responses, either. After that tape, I decided she had been sufficiently purified, and I sliced her throat with a razor blade. Even while the blood gushed down her neck and the light faded from her eyes, I placed my hand under her chin and made her look at me. It was only right that the face of her husband was the final thing she saw in life. I was proud of her. She didn't struggle. She accepted her fate, like a good wife.
Proceeding that, I prepared her carcass so that I could derive the most use from it. As she was dead, she no longer needed to speak. I sliced off her tongue and ripped out her teeth so that her mouth could pleasure me more effectively. For a while, I was fine with only those modifications, but eventually, I grew tired of her lifeless eyes seemingly following me, so I removed them with a spoon.
The only outfit she has, and the only outfit a wife needs, was a dress. It was bright blue and very modest. I got her some black heels and a pretty white bag with a flower design etched into the material serving as an embellishment.
She's quite beautiful now, especially since I keep her moisturized to ensure her skin remains delicate and soft. Sometimes I think I hear whispering coming from her direction, but whenever I turn to face her, I'm met with silence. It's better that way. She remains seen but not heard. She fulfills her wifely duties with a smile that I carved into her face. It bled quite a lot at first, but now that the bleeding has stopped it serves to make her appear more enthusiastic.
I believe that's all that needs to be said for now. That's how my lovely family started. With the addition of a beautiful, loyal, and obedient wife I can cherish for eternity.
Still, what's a family without loving children?
End of Tape #3
|-|Tape 4=
October 15th, 6:37 AM
My name is Greygory Warthol. 
I worked several jobs in my teen years so that upon reaching adulthood I could move out and escape the clutches of my abusive mother. Growing up in the seventies, the Rock-N-Roll music genre became a staple of my childhood. When it snows, I always heat up a hot cup of cocoa and sit by the window in my room, staring outside for hours on end.
If you have come this far, you have likely formulated your own judgments about me. Although I do not care for the opinion of anyone except the Lord, I still find it worthwhile to address what criticisms probably fester within the minds of those who are outside, looking in. 
Imagine for a moment that you were me. Discard all of my actions that you detest. Simply imagine that you believe in a divine being whose authority and power are infinite. For many, if not most, you do not need to imagine this. You already believe such a thing and, as such, can relate to me in that aspect. If you do, what would you do if that omnipotent being personally spoke to you? Commanded you, asserted his authority over you? What right would you, an infinitesimally small fragment in this universe, have to reject the word of this God?
Regardless of whether you think I am a monster or a devil, what would you do in my position? Would you condemn yourself and allow your mortal ignorance to fuel your rejection of God? Is that your place? If not, how could it be your place to forsake me? If you believed that you could not only fulfill God's wishes but save others in the process, wouldn't you do the same as I? Even if I inflict pain upon them now, can that finite pain not be justified when their souls are eventually delivered to a realm of infinite happiness? 
I simply wish for you to chew on that question for a while.
Moving past that, I'd like to return to a sentiment I expressed earlier. A family is not complete without the children. Children bring life and joy to the family. They provide that spark that can energize the household, and keep its residents content.
I planned on having a son and a daughter. To accomplish this, I would choose two children who attended a local High School about fifteen miles away from my home. I soon developed a process to select my children. 
For starters, I would need to figure out which children walk home as opposed to using the school bus or being picked up at the end of the day. Then, I would have to track the routes those children travel, to find out which ones use roads with low traffic. I figured this would be implausible because surely my truck slowly tagging along with the children would arise suspicion. 
I was going to scrap my original plan and come up with something else, but I soon realized I didn't have to. Seeing as how the local area is fairly rural, there are plenty of trees and shrubs to hide behind. I could simply stalk the children from behind the treeline. After a few weeks of doing so, I narrowed down my candidates to two children, one boy, and one girl.
The boy was fairly tall and lanky. He carried a red and black backpack with him. Some days he tied his long, blond, curly hair into a bun. Other times he allowed it to flow freely. He often decided upon wearing green shirts and camouflage pants, though he occasionally dressed in red. He had a pimply face and, if I focused hard enough while watching through my binoculars, I could see a thin mustache sitting above his upper lip. He tended to wear headphones and listen to something on his phone on his walk home. Music, presumably. 
The girl, on the other hand, was short and portly. She preferred to carry a pink bag that had two leather straps she kept slung over her right shoulder. From what I could tell she never wore makeup. A small black mole occupied the bottom left side of her neck. She also possessed blond hair, which would help make her and the boy the perfect pair of twins. 
I chose to subdue the girl first since it seemed like the easiest of the two options. I sprang from beyond the underbrush and sprinted towards her at full speed. She screamed, but only for a moment. I wrapped my arms around her torso and harshly began dragging her towards the woods. The girl began furiously kicking her feet and flailing her arms in an attempt to escape my grasp. So I did the reasonable thing and crashed my forehead into her nose. 
This seemed to give her pause as her head flew back and blood began seeping from her nostrils. Then, I raised her body and slammed it down onto the pavement below us. As she met the ground I heard a crack, and her mouth grew wide. Not a sound exited her lips, though. I had winded her during my assault, and I took the opportunity to drag her into the forest. There, I used my hands to squeeze her throat, and after about a minute and a half, she passed out. 
During my weeks tracking my potential children, I decided to map out the woods. I would park my truck on the side of a road within walking distance of the school so that when I acquired my children, I could drag them to my vehicle and drive home. With a firm understanding of the area, I was able to return to my truck and take the girl home, and after bounding her arms and legs with tape, I placed her in the dog crate her soon-to-be mother had once occupied. 
As for the boy, I didn't want to engage in a prolonged struggle. Although he certainly wasn't as strong as me, he likely wasn't weak either, and he posed more of a threat at drawing attention. Rather than rushing him as I did the girl, I snuck up from behind, armed with a metal bat. 
His headphones covered his ears, preventing him from noticing me. I reared up the bat, tightly winding it behind my back, before swinging it into the side of his head. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground. I brought the bat down upon his head twice more for good measure, and sure enough, he laid motionless. 
It was difficult to fit both children into the cage, but I made it work. I gazed upon their unconscious bodies and smiled. As the lord requested, I would help purify their souls. I prepared my supplies before the children awoke. I would require a table, as well as a sharp blade, a needle, and some thread. 
I was so excited to introduce the children into my family and deliver their souls to the Lord, in fact, that I recorded tapes of myself doing just that. Just as a father is overcome with joy as he watches his wife deliver his children after hours of labor, I was oh so happy to participate in the rebirthing of what would become my very kin. 
The first child I would help rebirth would be the boy. I retrieved him from the cage, stripped him nude, and strapped him down to the table. Having learned my lesson from my experience with my wife, I gagged his mouth with a wet cloth. Then, I waited for him to stir once more before beginning the recording. 
Rebirthing Tape A
Adult Male Voice: Wake up my child. Your father smiles upon you.
Adolescent Male Voice: (Muffled crying.)
Adult Male Voice: Your father has a gift for you, child. A gift that our father upstairs has given me the responsibility of bestowing onto you. A gift of eternal love. From me, and the Lord. A gift that you won't soon forget. 
Adolescent Male Voice: (More muffled crying.)
Adult Male Voice: You see, you are not currently my child. And until you are my child, you won't be God's, either. You will be sent to hell upon judgment day, for having lived a vile and perverted life of lies and sin. You should thank me. And you will. You will show your appreciation for me. After I grant you the gift of rebirth, that is. Then, you will be like brand new, and can truly become my, and God's, child.
Adolescent Male Voice: (Muffled crying intensifies.)
Adult Male Voice: I had a dream one night. A dream where the Lord spoke to me. He told me to mold my children as he molded mankind. He permitted me to form you as I please.
(Brief Pause.)
These parts of yours. Your penis, your testicles, they were not given to you from me. You are not of my seed. You were given these... vulgar parts, by a corrupted and evil father and mother. That just won't do child... You can be no son of mine... But you can certainly be my daughter.
(Stifled yet intense screaming can be heard. The sound of slicing and tearing is audible, but soon drowned out by increasingly loud, pained cries.)
Adult Male Voice: Shhhh... It's okay, child. You are doing so well. Just endure, for our family. You are making a sacrifice for something far larger than yourself. Far larger than all of us...
(Hoarse shrieks and tortured cries emit from the audio recording. This continues for minutes on end before a loud bang can be heard. Then, the boy stops making sounds altogether.)
Adult Male Voice: I can't... (Voice raises) fucking focus with all that damn noise! Shut the fuck up!
(Radio Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: I told you to shut the fuck up! Listen to your fucking father!
(Radio Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Stop... whispering.
(Radio Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: That's better. Much, better. I can finally get back to work. I'm going to excavate the flesh where your male parts used to be. Gonna give you a tight, pretty little p*ssy. How about it?
(Radio Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Atta girl... I'll shave some fat from your legs and stomach as well. A woman should be nice and petite there you know. I'll use the muscle and tissue to give you some nice perky breasts. Or maybe I'll just give you the other girl's breasts. Whichever is easier. Then you'll be complete, Daughter Dearest!
End of Rebirthing Tape A
Children are so noisy. Unfortunately, I had to use my revolver to silence the little fucker, as you heard in the above tape. Little brat still wouldn't quite shut up after that, though. 
I suppose it was at that point I realized that the Lord had blessed me once more. I had previously suspected my wife's deceased body whispering and tracking me with her eyes was all in my head. But as my daughter continued to speak to me after her body's expiration, I am left to assume that the Lord has granted their corpses some level of animation, so that our family can be even more perfect. How lucky I am, to have such a merciful and loving God. 
I removed the clothes from the girl in the cage and put them on my new daughter. They didn't fit too well, but they would have to suffice, until I could buy new clothes, anyway. Speaking of the girl in the cage, she was next up for rebirthing. 
I put her on the table and, much like I did to my daughter, strapped her down and gagged her. I could already see great potential in her to be my Dearest Son.
Rebirthing Tape B
Adult Male Voice: Rise, little lady. It's your time to shine!
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Nothing, huh? All the same to me. Your soon-to-be sister was quite noisy, really made it hard to concentrate. You just sit tight and let me do what I have to do.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: You must be pretty popular with the boys at school, huh? You flaunt yourself around often? You have lots of sex? Flick your c*nt after school after getting filled by the male students? Is that what love is to you?
(Silence.) 
Adult Male Voice. Ah well, I don't doubt you do. With the amount of degeneracy you see in the world, you'd figure your kind has to start fairly young. Regardless, that's not important now. Things are going to be different from here on out. You're going to be very different. You're going to be better.
Adolescent Female Voice: (Soft groaning.)
Adult Male Voice: Finally cracking, huh? And here I thought you were little miss strong and independent. Heh... Well, not for long, anyway. I'm going to explain what I'm about to do to you. If you interrupt me, I'll kill you. Understand? Nod your head if you understand me.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Good. I'm going to start by shaving off your breasts. Then I'll pierce multiple holes into your pussy flaps and thread that closed as best I can. Probably staple the penis that used to belong to my daughter onto your groin. When I'm done maybe I'll tape some hair that I shaved off my daughter onto you. Make you more masculine. I'll snip your hair until it's short like a boy's hair ought to be. I'll dress you in some nice boy clothes and you'll finally be valuable in the eyes of me and the Lord. Valuable in a real way, not in a bullshit superficial way you likely enjoy. How does that sound? Hm?
Adolescent Female Voice: (Muffled yet audible whimpering.)
Adult Male Voice. Though on second thought, you look like the type to scream and cry... a lot. I'll lose my focus... can't have that. Maybe I should just put you down now before fixing your body.
Adolescent Female Voice: (Begins sobbing.)
Adult Male Voice: Yeah, that sounds about right to me. Okay, look here. On the count of five, I'm going to put a bullet in your worthless fucking whore skull. Okay?
Adolescent Female Voice: (Sobbing becomes more intense.)
Adult Male Voice: Five, Four...
Adolescent Female Voice: (Sobbing grows more violent and desperate.)
Adult Male Voice: Three, Two...
Adolescent Female Voice: (Begins shrieking and struggling as she wriggles in her restraints.)
Adult Male Voice: One...
(A loud bang can be heard, and everything falls silent.) 
End of Rebirthing Tape B
Two children. Once brought into this world by sinful families, now rebirthed into children of my own. Children I molded to perfection by my hand, aided by the hand of God. I had done it. I had saved them. Freed their souls from their evil flesh and sent them to an eternally blissful afterlife. As a result, I had provided my family with something it could not thrive without.
The joy of youth. The joy of children. 
End of Tape #4
|-|Tape 5=
October 16th, 4:23 AM
My name is Groygory Wurthsel. 
1985 was the best year of my life, while 2018 was the worst. I only allow five cubes of ice in any given drink I have. My favorite color is crimson red, and my favorite candy is a tie between suckers and butterfingers.
You might be curious as to why I begin every log with a few statements about me. If I'm honest, I want to have an intimate connection with whoever may be out there, listening. I have already disclosed the affairs of my family and will continue to do so. I have also granted you insight into my thoughts and my connection with God. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in the bigger picture that it's nice to step back and appreciate the simpler things. Our quirks, the things that make us unique. Our identities, if you will. 
If I may, I would like to apologize for my conduct in my last tape. As you might recall, I separated tapes two and three for the sake of keeping our experience here "organic". I must admit that I grew so excited to share with you the rebirthing of my children that I created it as one extended audio recording. Can you blame me though? For being a proud parent? 
Shortly following the children's rebirthing I introduced them to Mommy Dearest. They all got along quite nicely. They smiled their wonderful smiles and I sat them all down next to one another so they could bond and get to know each other. 
One of God's many blessings onto me is that, by his grace, their bodies remain pristine and intact. The processes of rigor mortis never set in, nor did they ever rot or decay. They retained their beautiful and lively appearances, bar the stitched-up throat and missing eyes of my wife and the gaping bullet holes in the foreheads of my children. 
Another blessing of his is that he continues to communicate with me in my dreams. He interacts with me in this manner to give me the rules and regulations my family must abide by. For example, in one such dream, I found myself at the base of a large snowy mountain. A staircase stood in front of me, having been created by carving into the rocky surface ahead, and it spiraled upwards along the sides of the mountain. 
I stepped onto the staircase and began ascending it. As I reached higher altitudes, the temperature decreased, and the wind picked up in speed. The snowfall grew thicker and came down upon me far faster, and far harder. 
Like a good servant, I carried onward. Even as I lost feeling in my arms. Even as my face became engulfed in ice and my vision blurred. Even when my legs became numb and I could no longer sense that I was stepping at all. At that point, the loss of my sense of touch caused me to experience something I never had before. It was as if I didn't even exist. 
Not only that, but I felt closer to God. No longer did my tissue and bone and blood and skin serve as a barrier between my heart, and his love. It was that love that inspired me to reach to summit of the mountain, where I was sure that my Lord and his infinite wisdom awaited me. 
As I stumbled upon the top, I walked forward a few feet before collapsing. My head hit the cold, hard surface below, and I laid there, still. A thin trail of drool exited my lips from the corner of my mouth. For what felt like hours my body stayed on that frozen ground, and feet upon feet of snow blanketed me from above. I shut my eyes, and my heartbeat slowed. I felt like death. 
Then, I heard it.
With a thunderous and magnificent boom, the voice of the Lord erupted from... somewhere. It was the same voice I heard in my dream all those nights ago. 
"This cold, my Child. This sheer, sheer cold that you are in. What does it remind you of? What is it like," Inquired the Lord.
"It is like... being without... your love... Your touch...," I replied. My voice was stuttered and of low volume. I could hardly breathe. It was almost too freezing to think, let alone speak. 
"This bitter cold is precisely what they felt. Your family, before they were your family. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Their pitiful existence was just... like... this...," said the Lord in a somewhat hushed tone. I listened intently, my lips too frozen and stiff to move.
"But then, you delivered them to me. You gave them purpose. You made them whole. And suddenly, they were met with a pleasant and comforting warmth. A warmth brought about by my infinite and everlasting light. Here... Experience it. Feel it. Let it thaw your body and your mind."
With that, I felt a new sensation wash over me like a wave. The snow that covered me began melting away, and my sense of touch returned to my limbs once again. My lips unfroze and my mind broke from its icy prison. 
I placed the palms of my hands on the ground below, now noticeably devoid of ice, and weakly lifted myself. It was then that I was faced with the origin of that sweet, pleasurable heat. A large bush, perhaps twelve feet in height and ten feet in width, stood before me, engulfed in a majestic, blazing inferno. 
I approached the bush, having immediately recognized it, and extended my arms out towards it. It was my Lord, as he projected himself to me. He had selected me as one of the lucky few throughout human history to witness some form of his. I was too stunned to speak, but within my mind, I composed a beautiful prayer where I would express my gratitude to the Lord. 
"I will continue to gift you my warmth, my child, for you have done well in creating your family. Still, I have summoned you here for a reason. I have ten commandments you and your family must follow, to remain in my favor," spoke the Lord with great authority.
"Yes Lord, please, give me these commandments, and I will dutifully maintain them within my humble abode," I responded, by now having lowered my head in respect and reverence.
"Commandment one! Your wife and children must never leave your household! You must preserve their purity by shielding them from the evils and horrors which exist in our now corrupted world."
"Commandment two! As the world is steeped in sin and misery, so too are the products the outside world provides in the form of food and drink. You must hunt and gather your food for you and your spouse, and your children must only drink from the supple nipple of your wife."
"Commandment three! For the sake of preserving the cleanliness of your bloodline, if your children are to fornicate, they may only fornicate with one another."
"Commandment four! All members of the family must share one bed, as to maintain the closeness that defines the bond between parent and kin."
"Commandment five! You may never inseminate your wife, for it is not her body's purpose to bear children."
"Commandment six! Your family members must never question your authority as the patriarch of the house. Should they ever do so, you must quickly and firmly punish them."
"Commandment seven! You must spill your blood onto the forehead of your wife and children once every week. Within your blood is the essence of life, and it will allow your family to maintain their appearance."
The Lord instructed me to never reveal the eighth, ninth, and tenth commandments. That knowledge is reserved for me, as I have served God diligently. 
It is clear to you, and me, that the parallels between my dream and Moses's communication with God are very real. It is further proof that I have trailblazed a righteous and noble path. In my ideal world, more people would share this path with me. Maybe they are. I can only hope that God has chosen others to save as well, so that on the day of judgment I will not be alone in my acceptance into Heaven. 
I make sure that my family abides by these commandments each day. My dearest family stays indoors with me. We do everything together. We sing together, we pray together, we sleep together. Come dinner time I provide my wife and myself with fresh fruit, vegetables, and meat I harvest myself. All the while I position my children underneath my wife's breasts, making sure their lips are wrapped tightly around her nipples, where they are then nourished with her milk. 
The soft moans of satisfaction my family produces as they feast... It's music to my ears. 
I am pleased to have never enacted punishment in response to an infraction of commandment six. My family remains obedient. Furthermore, when my children do give in to their lustful desires, they know to only practice such desires on each other, as the Lord requested. 
Although I make love to my dearest wife each night, I make sure to never spill my seed into her. I remove my member from inside her and use her toothless and tongueless mouth to finish the job. It does so quite nicely.
Still, I have noticed something strange. I couldn't place it at first, but I could almost swear my wife's stomach has been growing. I'm not sure what to make of it, maybe she's becoming fat? I'll have to lessen her meal portions if that's the case.
End of Tape #5
|-|Tape 6=
October 19th, 12:22 AM
My name is... my name is something unimportant.
I own a pair of glasses that aid my near-sightedness. There's a scar taking space on my left cheek, though my right cheek remains unblemished. My hands have been turned rough and scabbed over some past work I may have done. What that work was, I am uncertain.
Although I used to enjoy spending my time hiking through the mountains located a moderate distance from my home, as well as watching the sports games on my grey little box television in my living room, I have since given up such trivial hobbies. They are insignificant fragments of a once insignificant life. A life I have discarded as of late, just as a butterfly discards its shell after it has evolved into something more beautiful.
Truly my evolution has been a severely underlooked point in my story. I have grown in my pursuit of happiness. The path of my once unfulfilling life has been forever altered, and I have warped along with my destiny. Just as my children have learned what it meant to be children of God, and my wife has learned what it meant to be the daughter of God, it is through embracing my role as a husband that I have learned what it truly means to be a son of God.
It means casting aside all that is unnecessary. It means complete and utter devotion, with no caveats. It means that with every breath you take, with every motion of your body, and with every thought you conjure within your mind, honoring the glory of the Lord is your foremost concern. 
Even now I can feel it. It's been occurring for a while, but it's strengthening. The process of my memories decaying. I feel like I am fresh. Like I am renewed. The significance of my previous life is dulling. It is one commonality I share with my family. Our identities are only valuable insofar as they serve to please the Lord. Who I was matters less with each passing hour. Such is the sacrifice I must make in traveling down this righteous path.
Still, I would lie if I said I wasn't saddened by it. Throughout our journey, I have tried to build a bridge that we can meet in the middle of, together. I used details of who I was to relate with you. To make you see me as a person, too. Will you still be able to see me that way? Would you still extend your sympathy to me when the roads we travel completely diverge?
Whether you answer, I'd still like to tell you of one memory from my childhood I believe to be true. Though some of the details are blurry, I think I can still relay them in a coherent way. 
My dog died when I was seven years old. I believe she was a black Labrador. I think her name was Martha, though it may have been Macy. One morning she accidentally tumbled downstairs, the poor thing. I guess it was just her unlucky day. The fall broke her legs, and I'll never forget how she howled upon impact.
I rushed to tell my parents about the incident, but they said nothing could be done. Mother and father decided to put her down in the backyard with a double-barrel shotgun after that. 
They made me watch. They told me I had to learn what death was. They reasoned that death was a natural part of life. It was the conclusion to our lives, after all. They always maintained this belief. Even after they turned the dog's once recognizable head and face into a conglomerate of shredded meat and shattered bone that resembled an abstract painting more than a once living, breathing creature. 
In my household death was as natural as the oxygen we breathe and the fireflies we catch and jar on cool summer nights. Mother always scolded me when I cried at funerals. Even at Grandpops and Grandma's. Even at Daddy's. Even at her own. 
Her voice and lessons had been firmly planted inside my mind. She taught me to accept death as another way God blesses us. By bringing us from an imperfect world into a perfect one. It was the truths she taught me that made me a real man. 
I hated my mother, yet I loved her at the same time. What little knowledge I might have of my father has long since retreated into the deepest recesses of my mind. Who he was is of little concern, anyway. Whether he was a success or failure of a man, a husband, and a child of the Lord, has no bearing on my effort to take his role and carve out a legacy of my own. A legacy with roots that extend far deeper than simply living my life on this Earth. 
I suppose I can't harp on my past family for too long. Soon my recollections of them will wither away and become obsolete. Why focus on that past anymore, when I can embrace the present and look forward to the future? 
One thing I'd like to comment on is how easily I fit into the crowd. When I go into public spaces for whatever reason, I make no mention of my family. Every person, whether their face is familiar or not, views me as they would any other human being. They smile at me like anyone else, they make small talk with me like anyone else. Hell, the little boy who plays hopscotch on the sidewalk in front of the convenience store tips his hat to me when I pass by, just as he does to everyone else. 
It's curious. To the people who may listen to my tapes, whether it be because I have been found out or because I have died after a long and fulfilling life, the perception of me is different. Maybe they will see me as a devil disguised as a man. Perhaps they will appreciate my efforts and many sacrifices. 
Well, does it really matter? Those people are husks. Empty shells. Their attitudes and individual desires have rendered their lives devoid of real meaning. Does their "freedom" really have value? Can exercising free will for its own sake be considered virtuous, even if it flies in the face of serving a higher purpose? 
I think people who reject accepting their fate and their duties are cowards. Afraid that their lives have been deterministically planned by something greater than themselves. They concern themselves so much with breaking the mold that they haven't considered just how important that mold may be. It's sickening. It's depraved. It makes me nauseous. 
Just describing such atrocities has made my throat tighten. I want to move on to something better. Something that makes me happy. So, I thought it might be useful to go over some of our family activities. I've attempted to create a schedule for us to follow, to allow for consistency and order in our lives. 
At six-thirty in the morning, I wake my wife and kiss her on the cheek. I dress her for the day with her pretty blue outfit and guide her to the kitchen where she prepares us breakfast. 
Every day of the week, I have her make the same meal. I supply some freshly picked grapes and oranges for her to plate. She is also provided with potatoes that she boils and softens. She sprinkles a little salt and pepper over the potatoes as a spice.
Then, we call the kids down and seat them at the table. I sit at the right-most end of the table, whereas Mommy Dearest is seated at the far left end. Daughter Dearest occupies the chair on the left side of the middle section of the table, and my Dearest Son sits opposite her. 
Following our breakfast, I escort my children to the bathroom where their teeth are thoroughly brushed. I then undress them and slide both of their bodies into the shower. There, I lather them in soap and run steaming hot water over their skin. I use a washcloth to scrub their bodies until they are clean as possible. Then, I squirt shampoo into the palms of my hands and spread it deep within the hairs of their heads. 
Their bodies are dried with a towel and I dress them in a fresh set of clothes. By that point it is later in the day, and their education begins. Mommy Dearest and I read from scripture to our children, teaching them how to be good servants of the Lord. It brings me great joy to watch them sit there, listening intently to their daily lectures. 
They aren't always as respectful as they could be, though. While for the first few weeks of living in my house my children remained obedient, they would soon after begin snickering at one another during their school hours. I gave them one warning, and then another, before finally stapling their lips shut to quiet them down. This seemed to do the trick for a while, though at times I think it only made their snickering even louder. 
Daughter Dearest told my Dearest Son a joke under her breath during one lesson of mine. It didn't make sense to me how she could speak while her mouth was forced shut. I marched over to both of them and snatched them up from their hair and dragged them to my room. I closed the door behind me, much to Mommy Dearest's protest, but they had to learn to be silent when Daddy Dearest was speaking. 
After a few minutes, I opened the door again and dragged them back out. Their heads hung low and their limbs were completely limp as I brought them back to their designated seats. Daughter Dearest's arm appeared disjointed as her bone jutted out from a gaping tear in her flesh. For a while, the wound was clean, but after some time had passed, an inky black goo began pouring out and staining the carpet.
Enraged, I dug my fingers into Daughter Dearest's scalp and pressed her face into the disgusting mess she created. As I did so, I glared at my Dearest Son, daring him to incessantly snicker as he had done before. The neutrality presented in his battered and bruised face told me he had learned his lesson. 
I removed my daughter's face from the vile substance and reached over to cup my son's cheek. It took hours to remove all the needles that were stuck in and around both of his ears. Thankfully it didn't take nearly as long to dry the pepper spray that I had applied to both their eyes and genitalia. 
Do not be alarmed. Their wounds healed not long after. The Lord ensured that my enforcement of commandment six would not result in permanent, and rather inconvenient, damage. 
I must make the comment, though, that something felt off when I punished my children that day. They just wouldn't quit staring at me. They didn't scream, they never made a sound. They just... glared at me. It was almost unnerving. 
Sorry, I got off track. Back to the schedule. After their tutoring, I spend forty-five minutes to an hour playing ball with my Dearest Son. At the same time, Mommy Dearest teaches Daughter Dearest various methods of cooking, cleaning, and knitting. 
After lunch, we all sit on the couch in the living room. Sometimes we put puzzles together. Other times we simply gaze upon the fire in the fireplace, cozy as can be. We relax for a while, and feast upon supper when night comes. After our evening prayer, the children are tucked into bed. 
It is a very basic, yet effective schedule. We are simple people, after all. It is a great honor, to have the ability to teach my Dearest Children how to become respectable adults. Recently Mommy Dearest and I were discussing their progress and what direction our tutoring should go. As is common knowledge, as children mature and become young adults, they must embrace the responsibilities that come with growing up. 
So, we decided upon helping them realize their manhood and womanhood, together.
Tutoring Tape A
Adult Male Voice: I think the children are sleeping. Should we wake them, Mommy Dearest?
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Right, it's time. They are ready.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Daughter Dearest, Dearest Son, wake up. We have something very important for you.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Mommy Dearest and I have been talking to each other. We are very proud of both of you. Your tutoring has gone relatively well, and you have both grown substantially. 
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: That's right! You are becoming young adults. And with that comes certain responsibilities and duties. You must be informed, you must know how to carry yourselves.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: You might have had thoughts of temptation. Various intimate emotions in your mind. Feelings of passion, feelings of love. I'm aware that you two have even acted upon those thoughts, within the bounds of our Lord's third commandment, of course.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Of course, I thought so. And while it is okay to act on those thoughts within those boundaries, you must refine the way you go about expressing those thoughts. You must learn how to properly handle them, because that's what adults do. So, Mommy Dearest and I intend to teach you just that, just as my own Mommy and Daddy Dearest taught me!
(Silence.) 
Adult Male Voice: Do you know what the purpose of sex is? It's about ownership. It's about possession. It's about revoking your sense of individuality in service of the other person's satisfaction.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: It's about worship. Complete, entire devotion. When you fuck, you do not matter. That's what love is, at its most fundamental level. You only exist for the sake of who you love. That is how you will love each other. And that is how you will love God.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Dearest Son, grip your sister's thigh. Trace your fingers along her leg. Tease her with the tips of your nails. Make her want you. Make her beg for you. Make her forget about everything except for you. 
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Good boy. Run your hands along her body and cup the underside of her chin. Press your lips against hers. Kiss her. Slide your tongue into her mouth and violate her. Make her yours. All yours. Feel her teeth. Feel around the inside of her cheek. Welcome yourself into her throat. Make her accept your entrance entirely.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Atta boy... Atta girl... You're both doing so, so well. Your Mother and Father are proud. This is how it must be. How we must love each other. How we must love the Lord. This is right. This is true love.
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: When you fuck someone, you must never let them go. No matter what they say, no matter whether or not they struggle, if you truly love them, you'll fuck them until they open their heart and mind to you and you alone. Do you understand?
(Silence.)
Adult Male Voice: Dearest Son, you have bloomed into a truly wonderful young man. Dearest Daughter, you have developed into a fine young woman. Your mother and I have long awaited this day.
(Brief pause, followed by gentle sniffling and crying.)
Adult Male Voice: It is the greatest day of our lives!
End of Tutoring Tape A
Isn't it wonderful? It is every parent's dream... to observe their young reach maturity and come of age. Seeing the hard work of raising your children pay off invokes such intense emotion. Truly it is one of the greatest delights one can experience in this world.
I have formed a happy and stable family. Still... I am concerned about my wife, because her stomach has only continued to grow, even after I lowered her meal portions. I fear something is wrong, but I must still maintain my faith in the Lord. He has a plan for everything.
End of Tape #6
|-|Tape 7=
October 24th, 11:31 PM
My name is Daddy Dearest.
I exist for my family. I breathe for my family. I hunt for my family. I shed blood, sweat, and tears for my family. With my family, I pray. With them, I derive purpose. There is meaning in my household. Real, tangible meaning. Yet something threatens it all. There exists something deeply corrupt and monstrous that I fear will tear down the walls of this home and destroy all I have worked so hard to build. 
My anxiety has been growing ever since something... bizarre... occurred not so long ago. I don't have an explanation for it, really, and I have not been enlightened by God, either. I can only hope that the Lord protects me and my loved ones from whatever it is that's stirring trouble before it is too late.
It started rather innocuously. The whispers and giggling I had grown so accustomed to hearing from my family had ceased altogether. They all remained silent when going about their daily activities. Sure, they would acknowledge my presence when I interacted with them... but something just felt different.
There was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere... I guess that's how I'd describe it. Honestly, the most fitting word for how I felt was unease. Like the sensation you get when you're walking alone down a dark hallway in an empty building. It was chilling how the mood of the entire environment shifted so suddenly.
How do I put this? I felt watched. Not just in the sense that they were looking at me, either. Even when I was somewhere out of view, I felt like someone's eyes were directly on me, their gaze digging into the back of my neck. It wasn't just the sensation of being stared at constantly, either. Before long, I noticed other strange occurrences, too. 
I kissed my wife earlier today. Her lips were cold, like they had been smothered with ice for hours on end. That same temperature was present when I felt the rest of her body. The way she felt all throughout was chilling, to an unnatural extent, even. I don't know, I can't explain it. One day she seemed fine, the next she didn't. That's all I can say.
It didn't take me long to discover that the same could be said about my dear children. I pressed my fingers against their foreheads, only to be met with what could be described as frozen skin. I embraced them, and pulled them close, holding them against me for a while. It didn't do anything to change their frigid temperature. They remained as they were, and by pressing my body against theirs, it was as if I were being slowly encased within a solid block of ice. 
It wasn't long before the house became acclimated to the same coldness that took residence in my family. Even as I sat by the lit fireplace, cool drafts of air sent shivers up my spine at frequent intervals. Not even covering myself in multiple layers effectively fended off the frozen tundra that my home was transforming into. 
Nevertheless, I attempted to go about business as usual, fulfilling the schedule I had outlined for my family. Although I enjoyed a hearty breakfast with them and bathed them as usual, it was upon reaching the tutoring section of the schedule that I had enough. The children were unresponsive up to that point in the day. They sat there motionlessly, their mouths hanging open, revealing the rows of yellow teeth that aligned their jaws. 
That just... didn't seem right to me. I had brushed their teeth every day. Those teeth which appeared grimy and uncared for had previously been pristinely white. I know so, I made sure of it. I took them to the bathroom and once again tended to their oral care. 
It was a break in the routine, yes, but I just had to correct the filth that had accumulated where it did not belong. I furiously stroked the bristles of the toothbrush against their teeth for several minutes, before having them rinse their mouths out with water a few times. Then, I separated their lips and peered inside, before stumbling back in horror as I was met with a truly disturbing sight...
Dozens of cavities occupied their teeth, all of which secreted the same thin black liquid that had once leaked out of my Daugher Dearest. Their tongues were no longer full and fleshy. They looked as if all the moisture they previously contained had been suctioned out, leaving only dry, frail blobs of meat that weakly clung to the floor of their mouths. 
Dark green and yellow splotches that closely resembled mold were deeply embedded into the gums of my Children, and from within them wriggled the moist and mucky limbs of centipedes, ants, roaches, and maggots. My body stiffened entirely as I witnessed the various insects traveling through the tunnels they had chewed into the roof of my Children's mouths. 
I suddenly felt my chest tighten as I began furiously heaving. Although I covered my mouth and tried to suppress the contents of my stomach, I knew it was no use. As I turned to face the toilet a thick stream of vomit erupted from my throat and poured into the bowl before me. The mere thought of those creatures being within my children would have been enough to send me over the edge, let alone seeing it in person.
Even worse, however, was that the schedule had been broken. The same schedule which had existed for the purpose of maintaining consistency and order within my family. It had been shattered and the consequences were horrific beyond my wildest imaginations. 
All I had done to preserve the cleanliness of my children... All gone to fucking waste! The condition they appeared in was beyond atrocious. Their dignity, and my dignity as their father, had been mercilessly trampled over the course of no time at all.
I stumbled out of the bathroom and made my way toward Mommy Dearest. She had to help me fix this. All I could think about was finding a way to reverse whatever it was that did that to the children. That stream of consciousness, however, was interrupted when I laid eyes on my wife.
I was confused as to what exactly I was looking at. The first thought that crossed my mind was, "had her stomach been that swollen this morning?". That's when I noticed it. I thought I had gone mad, but as I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to clear my vision and looked upon her again, I knew what I was seeing was real. There, pressing against my wife's stomach, were two, tiny hands. 
This didn't make sense to me, for a myriad of reasons. Obviously, I knew her body was incapable of producing my offspring. I wondered whether the Lord had blessed us with the gift of another child, and if what appeared to be her pregnancy was a miracle brought about by the infinite love of God. But, that couldn't have been right. The Lord told me in no uncertain terms that her body was not a vessel intended to carry a child.
From behind me, I heard the scuffling of feet. I turned and was presented with the visage of my children. They grinned wide, fully displaying their horrible, rotten mouths. I winced at the terrible sight. That feeling of disgust within me was soon replaced, however. It was quickly removed and swapped with an intense, seething hatred. 
I turned back to face my wife once more. The head of an infant was discernable through her stomach. Its mouth was visibly stretched open to an unnatural degree. Even though it resided within the womb, through the outline it made in my wife's flesh I could tell its face was heavily distorted. Its jaw had to have been unhinged for its gaping maw to achieve such a misshapen form. 
Whatever that thing was within my wife, it was certainly not of God's creation. It had no business in my household. In fact, it was surely the thing that had been negatively influencing my family. It was some kind of demon or devil, a creature from Hell that intended to bring about the damnation of my children and my wife.
I clenched my teeth so hard that I was almost certain they would crack. This thing was threatening my family. I was the man of the house, and as such, it was my duty to protect what I held dearest to me. No matter what. I knew I had to act quickly, lest great misfortune befall those I loved most. I pushed past my children and paced around the house, looking for a way to get that rid of that... thing. 
Initially, I made my way towards the kitchen, prepared to grab a knife and slice open her stomach and rip the Anti-Christ straight from her womb. I stopped, however, as I thought of an alternative solution. One that would be relatively less messy for my precious wife. I marched towards the bedroom with great speed and swung open the closet door. There, I firmly gripped the metal coat hanger and rushed back to my wife. 
I laid her on the kitchen table and ripped off her clothes with haste. From behind me, I could hear my children. They had begun whispering again. The contents of what they said were indecipherable, but I had no time to pay them any mind. I had to save my wife. 
I had to protect my family. 
I bent the sharp metal end of the coat hanger to make it straight. All the while I whispered words of encouragement to Mommy Dearest. I told her everything would be okay. That I would destroy whatever hellspawn resided within her. She didn't respond to me at all. She didn't even look at me. She just stared off into space, her head tilted upright in the direction of the ceiling. Still, one thought repeated within my mind, even as my palms became sweaty and tears formed along the corners of my eyes. 
"I have to protect my family. I have to protect my family. I have to protect my family..."
I slowly yet steadily inserted the sharp end of the hanger into her c*nt. I slid it inside, inch by inch. I soothingly rubbed my wife's head, cooing to her with the most gentle voice I could muster. 
I had to protect my fucking family.
The hanger had been pushed moderately deep inside of her. I assumed it had traveled into her cervix by then. Although I tried to keep my hands as steady as could be, I couldn't help but shake slightly. There was no time to stop, though. Time was of the essence, and so I continually reassured myself by repeating that singular line in my head, again and again.
"I have to protect them."
At first, I was confident that doing this would carry me through the procedure. Oh, how wrong I was. For as the hanger continued to slide up further inside of her, I heard something coming from inside of her gut. I didn't know what it was initially, but it didn't take me long to figure out that it was the sound of an infant, shrieking. The noise was deafeningly loud, and for a moment I lost my grip as I winced in reaction to the horrible yell. 
The shrill cries emitted from the thing within my wife's womb were bad enough as it was. I couldn't comprehend how something could create such a wretched din without tearing its vocal cords in half. It was high-pitched and ear piercing, and for a few moments in time, I thought my ears would have begun bleeding. Truthfully, I wish they had. If only my eardrums had burst right then and there, because soon after my wife started screaming as well.
Her mouth opened so wide that I heard a crack as her jaw split in two. The lower side of her mouth hung down and she shrieked in the same pitch and tone as the creature within her. I soon found that my children followed in her footsteps, as from behind me their horrific cries intruded my ears and put me in a state of pure agony.
I don't know what came over me then. No longer could I think rationally. I wrapped my arms around the handle of the hanger and began jamming it into my wife as hard and fast as I could. This only served to make everyone in the room scream with even more intensity. Their cries increased in volume, and even I gave in and cried with them. It was unbearable, yet I carried on...
I had to protect them. I just had to. 
Again and again, I shoved the sharp end of the hanger around in each direction, hoping to eviscerate the devil in my wife. With each thrust, I felt my homemade abortion mechanism pierce some soft tissue, although whether this was the flesh of the demonic thing... or my wife... I was uncertain. Without pause, I swung the tool around with great force. Only one thing mattered. 
I had to protect my family...
Eventually, the thing began pressing its face against my wife's stomach once more. From within her it clawed and scraped and groped at the walls of her womb, desperate to escape the prison it was in. The shrieking grew more intense with each second, yet I remained persistent. 
I had. To protect. My fucking. Family.
It took an uncomfortably long amount of time for the screams to die down. No longer did "it" press against the womb of my wife. I had done it. I had protected them. I saved them.
I tore the hanger out from within my wife. A great amount of gore and viscera followed soon after, violently leaking out of her at first, before calming into a thin, steady stream soon after.
I laid my head down on my wife's stomach, and there I gently wept. I had to do it. I had to protect them. I had to keep them safe. I had to kill that thing, I didn't have a fucking choice. There was no other way. I couldn't allow it to invade our lives and destroy what we had. I just couldn't. 
Tears clogged my vision and snot pathetically dripped down from my nostrils. I softly kissed my wife on her lips. They were still so very cold. I turned to face my children. They kept their mouths firmly shut. No matter how hard I would pry at their lips, they would not allow me entry. 
The wounds my family members have sustained have not yet healed. I don't know what's happening. God has not communicated with me in several days. Something is wrong, but I hope that having gotten rid of that creature will correct the unnatural occurrences in this house. For the time being, all I can do is continue to pray and devote myself to God.
I will not allow the downfall of my family. It is Daddy Dearest's responsibility to keep order around here. That's what I intend to do, until my death. 
End of Tape #7
|-|Tape 8=
October 25th, 3:43 AM
My name is Daddy Dearest.
Everything has gone to shit... and God is silent. 
I didn't think things would end up this way. Why have I been forsaken? I did everything in my power to follow the guidance of the Lord. I did what I could to appease him, yet I have been cursed with... with this Hell.
Wherever the Lord has gone, he is not here anymore. This house has become Godless and vile. What was once a place of love and holiness has been transformed into a sickeningly cruel nightmare. I thought I had saved us. I believed I had confronted and stopped the corrupting influence that was perverting the very thing this family stood for. Was it my own failings that brought us here? How did it come to this...?
I don't know how much time I have. The family, they have changed. They are no longer MY family. They've become something else entirely. It must have been that fucking Anti-Christ. Somehow, someway, he altered their bodies and distorted who they are. Distorted who I molded them to be.
There wasn't any fucking time to... to do anything. I woke up and they were all staring down at me, trying to cover me with the various limbs of their bodies. It took all of my strength to shove them off. No matter what I said they wouldn't listen. They just kept approaching me, arms outstretched, trying to take me into their grasp...
They look different, they don't... they aren't as I made them look. I swear I spilled my blood upon their forehead every week, I did what was required of me! I made sure they were clean and looked presentable and now they don't resemble that at all! Some sick Satanic bastard warped them into damn monstrosities...
When they walk they make squishing noises with each step. Their feet have become raw, the skin that once covered their soles... it isn't there. All there is, is bone and moist tissue. When it comes down to it, a large portion of their appearance can be described that way. Their flesh, it's like fucking... raw, packaged meat. Colorless and dull in some areas, pink and bloody in others. 
They've stripped themselves of all their clothes. And they just keep fucking... fuck me... they keep fucking hyperventilating. Like they're out of breath constantly. It's made their voices raspy and rough but I can still hear what they say. What they whisper in hushed tones. They call me. My name. "Won't you join us, Daddy Dearest?". It's all they've said, for hours now.
And the smell. The nauseating smell... It's like that of utter rot and decay. There's a constant buzzing in their vicinity... they attract fucking flies and all sorts of other insects because of their horrible odor. 
That aura of decay they radiate is expressed in their movement, too. They walk with a terrible, crooked gait. Fragments of bone pierce their leg and point in multiple different directions. When they move they make this grating noise, like their bones are scraping against each other with each step. 
Fuck... fuck fuck fuck. FUCK this. I followed all the commandments, I obeyed all the fucking rules! Why is this happening to me?! Why?!... It isn't fair?! Do you know what I gave up for my family? How much I cast aside just so I could fit in with them, and with God's plan?!
Please... Lord, if you're out there somewhere, by some miracle, please return to me. I need you. Please, I'm begging you, I'll do anything for you to come back, just... please I can't get through this without your strength. Something evil has invaded this family and in your absence, I am weak and vulnerable...
My family, th-they cornered me into the bathroom. I locked myself inside but they kept pushing and pushing against the door. And they kept calling out to me. Calling my name. Again, and again, and again and again and again and again and again and again!
And again and again and again and again and again!!!!
And AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!
And their voices... never got louder but... but everything else got duller. Nothing else was there, I couldn't hear anything at all except them. And they kept knocking and knocking and telling me they love me, and they just want to be near me and with me and love me.
Where is God? Where is God, where is God where is God where is he I don't know... he isn't here... where is he, I don't know where God is anymore but he isn't here. He isn't watching, has he abandoned me? I need him... I need him back... I promise I still have faith. I haven't lost my hope, he has to know. He loves me. He has to love me, there is nothing if he doesn't love me.
The door... it couldn't hold them for long. They came barging through, through the door, they came and I realized I couldn't stop them. My place as the father of the house, my role had crumbled away. I am weak, I am vulnerable. I am unable to be what I need to be and they know it. 
The way they look at me, they know I can do nothing. I can see the hunger in their eyes. The drool forming in their salivating mouths. The black liquid seeping from the wounds embedded deep in their rotting flesh. Oh... God...
I am naked and I am terrified, cramped into a tub far too small for the four of us. I don't want to move. I do not dare even shudder when I feel the legs and antennas of the insects scuttling across my bare body. The foul stench of blood intertwining with feces, urine, vomit, and pus infiltrates my nostrils, and it takes every ounce of my strength not to gag and choke on my own disgust.
They are all staring at me. Their arms have wrapped around my body to hold me tightly. They keep telling me to join them. To never be apart from them. They won't stop calling my name. They're demanding I forfeit myself to them completely...
Their legs stretch across my body, restraining me further. Their grip is suffocating. Is this what my destiny has always been? Was I ever to be led down the path of glory? Did the Lord ever truly love me? Was I... every truly guided by the Lord in the first place? 
It's so hard... to even breathe. Someone turned the water faucet on. The tub is beginning to fill. The water is so warm that I almost forget how cold the skin pressed against me is. The sensation of comfort it provides is just enough to distract me from the thoughts racing through my mind. In that relative calmness and clarity, I am able to think... able to rationalize what is happening to me. 
As the water rises, I wonder if maybe... Maybe this isn't the work of the Devil at all. Maybe God never abandoned me. Maybe this is what was meant to happen after all. 
Love. To love is to devote yourself completely to those you care about. To discard your individuality and give in to something larger than your own existence. Is there anything more loving than this? Than my family and I, clinging to one another as closely as we can, arms and legs locked together? We have stuck together, and soon, we will be submerged in the water together. We have become inseparable. We have forfeited our identities for something greater. 
Perhaps the Devil I encountered wasn't an intruder sent from Hell. Maybe... Maybe it was sent by God, for the purpose of bringing us together.
I feel a smile forming on my face. Perhaps this isn't so bad. No, maybe one could even call it glorious. A wonderful moment that one who has traveled down the road of righteousness deserves. Perhaps I have earned this. Yes, that sounds right. I am content. I am happy. This... this is how things should be. 
As the water will soon reach my mouth and render me unable to speak, I find it desirable to utter one last thank you to the Lord. For believing in me, and giving me the chance to attain something truly remarkable. For teaching me what it means to be your child. And for guiding me down the path any man would be prideful to have traveled. I hope you will await me and my family when we cross over to heaven in the afterlife, and when I see you, I will fall to my knees in reverence, as your humble worshipper. 
Yours in faithful servitude, 
Daddy Dearest 
End of Tape #8
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