Her Dad

CRASH

"Holly! What THE FUCK is this? Harry? You fucked your own sister? You fucking pervert!"

The door has been swung open violently, and Holly wakes up immediately, frantically scrambling for the bed sheets in a futile search for dignity, whilst desperately making excuses, crying how it's not what it looks like.

Her brother Harry, on the other hand, having been very drunk the previous night, is a lot less alert, and significantly more confused as to what's going on, when his father picks up his naked body, throws him out onto the street and locks the door, shouting, "never come here again, you filthy little prick!"

Holly watches as this unfolds, and her father storms back up the stairs to deal with her.

"What could your mother and I have possibly done wrong to raise such pathetic degenerates? What on God's green Earth made you think this was acceptable?"

"Daddy please!" Holly wails, "He forced himself on me, there was nothing I could do! I didn't want it!"

She was telling the truth too, at least for the most part.

"You expect me to believe that? Ridiculous. No, it's clear what will have to happen, I'll have to explain all this to your mother, and-"

"NO!" Holly yells, sobbing. "Please, don't tell mom! I'll do anything, but no one else can know!"

He looks into her eyes, and gives her a look that sends a chill down her spine, though she can't quite place why.

"Well. If that's what you want, then you'll have to take your punishment from me, and deal with it, no matter what, understood? Or everyone in this whole town will know what an incestuous little whore you are."

Holly slowly nods her head, drying her eyes. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. "Yes daddy..."