His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Two - Tabitha

~*~ Author's Note ~*~

I am warning you now that this chapter includes sexual assault. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please skip to the next chapter. 

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   I could feel his presence before I could see him. He grunted as he sat down in the small chair at the table. He glared at the eggs as he scooted back and patted his lap. I wanted to puke in my mouth. Elise, his wife must be gone, she must have taken Clarissa my stepsister with her because he never did these things when they were around. "Come to Papa," he growled.

    Begrudgingly, I made my way over to sit on his lap. I purposely adjusted my body so that I was far away from his "package" but he repositioned me so that I was slammed against him.
    He started thrusting against me and grinding harder, "tell me how much you like sitting on Papa's lap. No lying, girls who lie get punished."
    "I love the way you make my body react Papa," I said as calmly as I could. It technically wasn't a lie, and it helped me keep my sanity. I hated being forced to stroke his ego, but this small statement kept me from being beaten. Besides, I did love the fact that I was revolted by him and my body didn't somehow betray me.  
     "Good girl," he growled stroking my rear. "It's your birthday isn't it?"
     Trying to change the subject, I loaded some egg and meat onto the fork and fed him a bite of his food. He always wanted me to feed him from this position.
     'Oh no, he is going to do it again.' I thought to myself. Please not today. Please don't destroy the one day I still looked forward to.
     "You don't have to answer, I know it is," he growled and bit down hard on my neck. "I don't think I want eggs for breakfast."
     I silently cried out in pain. 'Please no,' I thought to myself. Any move to deny him and he'd just slice me open. I needed to survive if I was going to get Clarissa out of here.
     He stood, nearly tossing me off of his lap, and dragged me to my room. He threw me down onto my bed. "I hate it when you wear baggy clothes, it hides what's mine," he growled. He ripped off my clothes and shoved me back down onto the bed.
     I let my body go limp and forced myself to disassociate my mind from what was happening to my body. "Now Papa can't go all the way today, we need you nice and healed up from your unfortunate incident for your new husband," he growled.
    For just a moment my brain was excited he wasn't going to force himself inside me. Then I realized he called the situation he forced me into in so many ways an "unfortunate incident". He shouldn't be allowed to talk about it at all.
    My heart wept as he pawed my body. But then another piece of his statement jumped out at me, "What husband?" I asked.
     "Didn't Papa tell you? You're getting married!" He exclaimed as he cupped me over my underwear.
     I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. Graduating a year and three quarters early and working in secret so I'd have money to care for myself and Clarissa was useless now. It was all for nothing.
    I'd be forced to stay trapped in this cycle. I was probably being forced to marry one of his slimy friends. At least I would be away from my step monster, but what if they were worse?

~*~ Author's Note ~*~

This was a difficult one to write, but it was necessary to help build up a bit more of Tabitha's story. Please leave me a comment and let me know what you think. 

I hope you all have a wonderful day, 

~Clara

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