Scars

Whore House ~ Chapter 2

Ring ring... Ring ring... Beep. Startled by the unexpected call I answer the phone expecting it to be the front office of the Whore House telling me that my regular is here. Which it was. He is 35 years old like my father and, he's always drunk and has been since his wife died in 2004, which is when my mom had died, and my dad had started drinking. Although I don't think to much about it, I should. As I hang the phone up and sit on the bed, drying the tears from my face I think to myself, " Why dont I just run away, what's truley stopping me?" Suddenly there was banging on the door like usual. As I open the door the man by the name of William storms in, slams the door, and slaps me across the face harder then I've ever felt before, which later leaves a red mark of a hand print on my face.
"Damit bitch!" William yells at me for no apparent reason except for how I should have treated him better last time he was here, meaning yesterday.
"I-I'm sorry I-I didn't mean too." I cry out to him quickly.
"That better be true." He squawked. "Now let's get started"
I layed there rethinking my past. How common and familiar it felt when he slapped me.

Willaim picks me up and throws me onto the bed aggressively, and starts to take his shirt off. He was almost as hairy as a damn monkey, it was just a gruesome sight, I couldn't bare it my self.

He forces me to take off my shirt and bra seductively while he was getting on top of me. I could hardly breath under the fat hairy monkey monster. He starts to suck, lick, and kiss me breast, face, and nipples. I start to laugh and quietly moan sometimes during this process, because it would tickle. Finnaly he forcefully turned me around and took off my pink see through Victoria Secret thong. Including his own boxers.

Clap clap clap clap clap, is all you would here with the moans included for 30 minutes. Which was plenty of time for me, since he does already come every single day at the same time. I was truely sick of it.