He watched as the axe came down.
Once. Twice .Thrice.
The severed head lay at his feet- blood, mangled nerves and puntured veins.
He held the head in his hands and stroked his daughter’s cheeks gently.
He had had no choice.
He couldn't have let her tell anyone.
That night between them would remain a secret now.
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Come let's dance the dirty dance.I shall show you the new moves to a new kind of music.
It shall be our secret adventure.Hold me close.Look into my eyes.Do you see the fire you bring in?
Let's shiver. Let's heat it up.
Come let me show you the dirty dance.
