I'm Here

chapter 2

"Emma get your fat ass up here!" I heard him yell.
I set my glass of juice on the counter and walked quickly up the stairs. He came out of his room in a rage. I screamed and walked backwards. He grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall. Thoughts rushed through my head.
"Daddy please stop," I coughed, "please."
His hand let go if my neck and I fell to the ground coughing. Tomorrow is his birthday. He dragged me to his room and chained me back up. This time was different though. He was not drunk and I was chained to the bed. He climbed on top of me and started kissing on me. I tried to fight back and every time that I did he would hurt me. Either by hitting or by punching sometimes even pinching me. After thirty minutes he got off and unchained me. I coughed and gagged. He pulled my hair and threw me down the stairs. I flipped down each stair. Landing on my neck or back. I hit the ground and started to cry. I was in so much pain.
"Get up whore!" He screamed, "and make me some fucking food!"
I stood up slowly and walked to the kitchen.
What will happen tomorrow?
He walked down the stairs just as I got done making pancakes. I made an extra one for me.
"Give it," he growled.
"But u haven't had anything to eat," I stuttered.
"I don't care!" He snapped, "give me the fucking food Emma! Right now! And do not eat anything else!"
I held out my hand and he took it from me harshly. I flinched away and went to my room. I've spent nearly six years with him and his abusive ways. He has never, ever taken food away from me. I started to get scared. His anger was escalating and it was escalating quickly. Slowly I shut my door and looked at the bruises on my face. The rest of the day just went by. I got beat three different times. One with the kissing, one with hitting, and the other with kissing again. I fell asleep looking at my mom's pictures. I cried myself to sleep but that is not unusual.
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I woke up early to make my dad breakfast. He would be expecting it. I made pancakes, sausage, and bacon with eggs and toast. I got a glass and put milk in it. I heard him shouting and went up the stairs. I walked into his room and gave him the breakfast. I walked back out and to my room.
"What is going to happen?" I asked quietly, "what is going to happen?"
A few hours later my door flew open. I looked up quickly and my dad was standing there. It was close to 1 in the afternoon. He dragged me to his room and made me get undressed. I took off my shirt and sweat pants. He chained me to his bed and started kissing on me. Soon he took off my bra and his shirt.
"Dad what are you doing?" I asked.
"Shut up!" He bit my neck, "don't talk or scream!"
I winced and he pulled down his shorts and boxers. My eyes widened and he cut off my panties. He rubbed up and down my legs sending chills through my body. He stuck his manhood into me. I gasped and he moved slowly. I arched my back. He was hurting me.
"Dad!" I gasped
He slapped my face and stuck his tounge in my mouth. He moved viciously. I was scared. He was raping me. Nearly two hours later he came out. Tears rolled down my cheeks.
"You're getting sold," he panted, "tonight. I already have an auction to go to."
"What?!" I shouted.
He got back on top of me and slapped my face.
"You're turn," he dragged me to the ground, "go!"
He pointed to his penis. I shook my head and he pushed me to the ground. If I didn't he would have raped me again and I didn't want to do that. Not again. I put my mouth over it and sucked. I gagged a few times but soon enough it was over. He leaned on the bed and I cried.
"Here," he held out a black piece of clothing, "put this on and get ready to go."
I walked out with the clothing and to my room. I hurt so much. I put on the clothing. It was black fish nets, a tight little skirt, and a belly shirt. He made me put on my mom's black heels. I followed him to the car and got in the back. We drove to an abandoned wäre house. He dragged me in through a set of back doors. My heart started to race. I saw many other girls and boys in chairs. I shook my head and he made me sit down. He put a bandana over my eyes and ties my hands and feet. About an hour later I heard my name.
"Emma Sterling," it said, "is now up! Seller Ben Sterling."