Inside her.

A rumbling, rolling, guttural sound clawed it's way out of Mr. Cooper's throat as he slammed into his daughter, before his entire body jerked and pulsed forcefully. I am sure that my face mirrored the shocked and panicked look that Mrs. Cooper had when she turned her head back around while her father fell forwards and rested his head between her shoulders. "Father, Father... you, you didn't..." she gasped.

"I, I did. All of it, my Darling. All that I had," he panted, exhausted.

Tears began to pool in her eyes. "But, but I could... you might have...how could... you...why Father?"

Taking great pains to not dislodge himself, Mr. Cooper inched closer to his daughter's face, looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her sweetly before saying "Because I want us to be a Family, Angela."

My mind was sent reeling and my body acted on it's own accord. I remember it leaping to it's feet, speaking words of thanks and goodbyes, before racing out the door with my hat and coat into the dark night, and eventually jumping off the docks into the cold Ocean. I do not know if it had intended to drown myself to escape this nightmare, or to drown this monstrous perversion that had led to, not only, this wretched desire to watch a man and woman make love, but the possibility, that I was both the audience and cause of the conception of a Child born from ****.

It should be evident, by way of my Writing, that my body's attempt at it's own destruction had failed. According to Howard, they had found me washed up on shore the next morning and brought me back here. I hope that by filling these pages with what had happened will free my Mind of the Memory, or, God willing, that this was only the machinations of my own mind, and I had only just imagined the whole thing.