Chapter 7 - The Paper Trail of a Monster
The days that followed were a blur of depositions and forensic investigators. The police had turned the house into a crime scene, dusting for residue and mapping out the "lab" David had constructed behind the false wall in the basement.
The Detective, Miller, sat with Sarah in a quiet office. He spread a series of documents across the table. "He wasn't just a sadist, Sarah. He was a collector. Look at these ledgers."
Sarah flipped through them. They were meticulous—dated, timed, and documented. August 14th: Daughter resistant. Dosage adjusted to 5mg. Response: compliant.
She felt the blood drain from her face. It wasn't just about discipline; it was a study. A perverse, scientific experiment in control. He had been documenting the slow destruction of their daughter’s spirit as if he were tracking the growth of a plant.
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"Why?" Sarah whispered, her voice cracking. "What did he want?"
"Absolute authority," Miller replied. "He wanted to know exactly how much a human being could be broken before they stopped fighting back. He wanted to see if he could turn his own flesh and blood into a puppet."
